Emma stared at him in confusion finding it hard to understand why he is asking her those questions. If only she is he brave enough to answer them. What is he expecting her to say? She didn't want the marriage or any form of agreement her Dad signed in her name. There was nothing else she could have done after finding out that her Dad already signed those papers. She wasn't given a chance to make this decision for herself. It was already made and she had to accept it just the way it was knowing fully well how fearful the Campbells are ranging from their physical appearance to this their personalities. She couldn't have done anything, it was stated that any breach of contract might lead to a situation that she won't be able to handle. Maybe the death of her family? Or just the one she loves the most, her brother? "Are you not going to answer my questions?" Blake asked with a short laugh. A laughter that held no sincerity in them. "I have known very well it is because
Blake stared at the lifeless body on the floor with his hand ruffling his hair in frustration. A side of him wants to help her and another side of him wants to completely ignore her and leave. Blake is aware of how big the mansion is but how can she pass out after doing something as small as that? He is not too hard on her, she is just naive and weak. As much as he tried to move his eyes from her fragile body, he couldn't. All of a sudden her skin became pale to him. "Darn it" he cussed under his breathe rushing towards her and picked her up from the cold floor. He gently placed her on the bed, brought out his phone and called his doctor. He checked her pulse, thankfully, it was okay. Blake sat beside her on the bed with his gaze on her face. His eyes darted to her lips and he closed his eyes taking in a sharp breath. Her lips were wounded and swollen, her beautifully shaped nose pointed at him, she look innocent with the pure look on her face. He shouldn't look
Blake wiped his hands on the handkerchief and threw it away afterwards while leaning on his car. His eyes met with that of his best friend then he rolled his eyes, opened his car door and got in. "Are you not going to enter or do you still want to follow them back?" Blake asked pointing at his men who were still carrying out his order. Ryan quickly shook his head in disagreement, he doesn't want to ride with those boring set of people again. They are too serious minded, has some scary expressions on their faces and they only speak only when it's important. He walked to the other side of the door, opened it then he entered. Blake drove off immediately after they both settled down. "Are you going to let them kill the man? You are going to really kill him?" Ryan asked. Blake gave him a side ways look before focusing back on the road. "I didn't plan on sparing him, you've helped me a lot today Ryan, thank you" he replied. Ryan let out a frustrated sigh knowing that t
Emma got out of her room while taking careful steps with her heart beating very rapidly. On coming out, she saw Blake standing in front of his door with glasses chattered on the floor. She stared from the floor to the two pairs of cold eyes that were vastly turned to her unsure of what to do next. She could see him clenching and unclenching his hands while gazing at her direction. Maybe it was a bad idea to come out of her room after hearing the sound of something breaking. "What are you doing there? You do not stand there and mop at me like the clown that you are, get to work and clean up this mess right now" Blake yelled at her. Emma hastily nodded her head then dashed towards his direction and bent down to pick them. She was as careful as she can in order not to get the glass into her skin or end up wounding herself. Blake leaned on the door frame watching her every move as she clear up the mess he created. He had gone downstairs to get a glass of cup for himself
Emma was pushed down, her tears falling down freely from her eyes with different emotions swimming in her. She felt hurt and sad. "I hate it when you shed those fake tears, I'd think that you are innocent" Blake added with a short dry laughter. "I want mash potatoes and beef jerky for dinner, my meal should be ready at 7pm. Any single delay will amount to a punishment, I keep to my words little pixie" with that he entered into his room and slammed the door on her face. Emma cried her eyes out until there was just bloodshot left. She doesn't know why he call her names and loath her so much. Staying in this place is becoming suffocating for her, she is being mentally and physically abused by Blake. What will she do when she can't take it anymore? Isn't it better he kill her like he is known for than keeping her alive and torturing her this way? For the second time, Emma considered being dead than alive. She wouldn't have to go through this if she is dead. After crying for
4:30pm.... Emma wore the dress nervously, she applied a little bit of makeup. The type that wouldn't make it obvious that she did makeup but it fit her well. She is a natural beauty and the little makeup made her more beautiful, many people in highschool and college have told her so several times. The main reason she applied the makeup is to cover the red mark on her face. It will be embarrassing to both her and Blake if people finds out that she is being abused in her marriage. She isn't sure of what Blake expect her to do when they leave for the business dinner. It's surprising as to why he wants to take her with him. Whatever reason it is, she is excited to leave this place she have been confined in for a week now. She wasn't allowed to even step out of the living room. Sincerely, Emma doesn't know how this mansion looks like entirely. She have only had a peek at it the first day she arrived here. At least, when they go out, she will get to receive another air in a
Emma stared at Blake's disappearing figure until he was out of her sight. She couldn't believe he'd leave her all by herself after bringing her to an unknown place. She is a little happy because he is not with her right now but then, she's scared of something bad happening to her. Even when she knows her life isn't guaranteed if she is with Blake, he will at least protect her from others right? Will he even care if she dies or stays alive? Blake is known for his self centeredness, he wouldn't care seeing her dying. Emma's shoulder slumped as she looked around the noisy place uncomfortably. The strong smell of alcohol was beginning to get to her and the loud music wasn't helping too. Sighing for the umpteenth time, she sipped from the juice she was served earlier while waiting patiently for Blake's return. She didn't know it will get this boring so soon. As she was lost in thought, a very sexy young guy occupied Blake's seat. "What's a beautiful lady like you doing all
"What the hell are you doing with my wife in your arms Dante?" Blake yelled coming into view. Dante stared at the drunken beautiful lady and then at his rival. His wife? She is his wife? "How dare you touch my wife Dante Hanson?" Blake punched Dante straight in the face and collected Emma from his arm which drew people's attention to them. The music died down as everywhere became quiet almost immediately. This are the two most richest young business men fighting at a party. It picked everyone's interest. Dante fell on the floor, his nose began bleeding after the punch. He laughed dryly then stood up. If he had known Emma is Blake's wife, he could have left with her since and hurt her just to get to Blake. Dante knew Blake was married, he knew Blake got married recently but he wasn't sure who the bride was. He have been busy attending meetings and functions that he didn't have the time to watch news. "You lucky bástard, how can you have this beautiful girl all to yours