Loving The Billionaire Gone Wrong

When the call came a second time, Emma knew something was wrong. It wasn’t work—she’d taken leave, and it wasn’t family because she’d distanced herself from them. That left only one person: Sophie, her best friend, despite today being Emma’s “no disturbance” day. “Sophie?” Emma answered, confused. “Emma, the airport? Seriously?” Sophie teased, laughing. “What are you talking about?” “I’m behind you... wait, you’re not here?” Sophie’s tone immediately shifted. “No, I’m at home.” “Then who’s with David?” Emma’s heart skipped. “What?” “Never mind, it’s your anniversary—” “No, Sophie. Tell me now. Is David there? Who’s he with?” After a pause, Sophie sighed. “Let me send you a picture.” Emma opened the photo. Her breath hitched. It was David, her husband, standing with another woman, her back to the camera, hugging him intimately. The phone rang again. Sophie’s voice was panicked. “Emma, are you okay? I’m so sorry—” “You’ve done nothing,” Emma replied coldly. “

After David left, Emma felt a sudden strange emptiness in the house. She tried to distract herself by doing something simple—anything to keep her mind from wandering. She began tidying up, folding David’s shirts and placing them neatly in the laundry basket. The simple task gave her something to focus on, but as she picked up a particularly crumpled shirt, something in the air caught her attention.A faint scent lingered in the room, one that wasn’t hers. It was floral, sweet, and unmistakably feminine. ‘Perfume,’ she thought, her pulse quickening. Her mind raced as she turned the shirt over in her hands, inhaling deeply. It wasn’t her perfume; in fact, it didn’t even resemble anything she wore. She froze. What was this? The smell felt foreign, out of place. Her heart hammered in her chest, and an uncomfortable tension settled in her stomach. The perfume was subtle, almost as if it had been transferred to the fabric by accident, but the thought that it was someone else's scent—some

The moment Emma saw the woman standing in the doorway, her world seemed to shatter. Her legs turned to jelly, and she nearly collapsed to the ground in shock. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the woman's face — a face she knew all too well. It was the face that haunted her dreams, the face of the woman who had once been the love of David’s life. A breathless, broken whisper escaped Emma’s lips as she called out, “Sister.”Sophie, sensing the growing tension in the room, gave Emma a subtle glance before quietly excusing herself. "Uh, I think I’ll just... give you two some space. Catch you later, Emma," she said, slipping out of the room without another word, leaving Emma standing frozen at the doorway.The air in the room grew thick with awkwardness as Emma and her sister, Allison, stood facing each other. For a moment, neither spoke, the silence hanging heavily between them. Then, finally, Allison took a small step forward, her smile gentle as she opened her arms."Emma," she sa

David and Emma arrived at the manor where Allison was holding her welcome party. The long hallway led them to the grand banquet hall, where the sounds of chatter and laughter filled the air. Guests were clustered in small groups, conversing animatedly as waiters in crisp uniforms walked silently by, offering drinks. The atmosphere was warm, lively, but for Emma, it felt stifling. She scanned the crowd, quickly realizing that the majority of the guests were Allison’s friends, the same people who had always made Emma feel like an outsider.A group of young women, standing at a table near the center, exchanged sharp glances as they noticed Emma entering. Their eyes flickered with disdain, and they made their way toward her. Emma recognized them immediately; Allison’s besties. She sighed inwardly, wondering, for the hundredth time, why her sister’s girlfriends had always been so hostile toward her. One of them, Michelle, raised an eyebrow and offered a faint smile that never quite rea

The soft glow of the chandelier illuminated the dining room of David's grandfather's mansion, casting a warm, golden light over the elegant table set for an intimate family dinner.David and Emma had arrived not long ago, greeted with open arms by grandpa, an imposing yet kind-hearted man who had always held Emma in high regard. "Emma, my dear," grandpa said with a wide smile, rising from his chair as they entered. His eyes lit up with genuine affection as he approached her. "It's been far too long since you’ve graced this house with your presence." Emma returned his smile, her thin frame and weary eyes betraying the burdens she had been carrying lately. But she masked her emotions, unwilling to trouble the old man with her worries. “I've missed you, Grandpa,” she said softly and hugged him warmly.Noticing her pale face up close, Grandpa immediately clapped his hands to summon a servant. "Prepare Emma’s favorite dessert immediately," he commanded. Then, turning back to Emma, h