Emily worked part-time in the most elite bar in the city.
They called it, The Octagon.
This was the only work that she could have in the evening since she was too busy at school in the morning.
After her day classes, she changed her clothes from her school uniform to her club attendant uniform.
She changed to a black mini-short dress paired with a red scarf tied neatly around her white long neck.
She had a small rectangular gold-plated nameplate attached to the left side of her mini dress.
Her name was written in bold and big letters along with a few small ordinary letters.
[I’m EMILY at your service.]
Her hair was neatly formed into a bun.
She also wore a black net stocking and black high heels.
The mini dress perfectly embraced her curves.
Her makeup was not too thick nor too little.
Red lipstick is a must!
She needed to be always presentable and have a good rapport with the customers.
Those were the golden rules in her kind of work!
The club she was working was the most high-end in the city and only the elite members of the city could enter the club.
It was located on the highest rooftop of the V International Hotel in the heart of the city.
It had the most amazing city view at night made with floor-to-ceiling glass walls.
It offered VIP private rooms for different special functions.
Also, it has a huge dance floor in the middle where people who want to have fun could be free.
All VIP rooms have visible access to the dance floor through a glass wall.
It was a decent club and Emily’s work is primarily inside the VIP rooms.
Emily and her partnered attendant would serve in any assigned room for the night.
Then, using her earpiece, she would transmit all the orders, and waiters would take them in.
After, Emily and her partner would start to pour liquor into their glasses, serve food to their plates, or prepare the billiard table for a round game or the dart or any board games.
They would do decent errands too except for the indecent proposal which is very rampant in this kind of job.
In some confidential cases, some guests will let them wait outside and some, they let them stay inside standing like a statue in the corner doing nothing.
For some guests, they were like beautiful wall decorations!
All attendants there were of high quality to be employed in this high-end club.
Emily was just so lucky that she was a natural head-turner.
Her face was angelic.
Her eyes were the purest.
The lips were cherry red even without lipsticks.
Effortlessly, they looked so kissable and sweet.
Her skin was flawless like porcelain.
Her tall nose accentuates her innocent face yet sophisticated without her doing something.
Her body was naturally proportioned perfectly.
With rounded ass, long legs, healthy breasts, and a slender waist fully complimented each other.
No one could say NO to her in this kind of job nor she didn't need to answer the long interview and undergo multiple screenings.
In just one look at her, the manager exclaimed quickly, "You're hired!"
But as the saying goes, you can't have everything!
Emily had no family...
No home...
Afraid of the future...
She had a struggling life.
She needed to work and maintain her high grades at school at the same time.
But still, she was lucky to be accepted into the most prestigious school in the city.
With full determination, she passed the screening test and became one of the scholars of the school.
She could not let her mother down.
Her goal is to find a good job with a high-paying salary so she can finally face her shameless father and oust the wicked strangers living in her house.
She wanted to see in the eyes of her father what he lost for choosing those strangers over her.
5 more months…
Another 5 months and she would graduate from a prestigious school.
Emily could not wait any longer.
She could already see herself on a stage wearing her graduation gown.
If only she could fast-track the time!
However, she needed to wait patiently.
She had survived the last 5 years sustaining herself, she believed she was very near to her goal.
Patience is a virtue...
Perseverance will bear the fruit she longed to obtain...
'Focus Emily...'
'Focus...'
Those were her pearls of wisdom that kept repeating in her mind whenever loneliness and despair hit her.
"You have to come back and sign the documents to sell this fucking house! Otherwise..." Emily was quickly snapped back to her senses by her father’s impatient voice.
He screamed angrily like he wanted to murder her through his loud voice.
"Otherwise, what?!"Emily refuted hatefully. “I am already an adult dad and I know my rights. I will not sell my grandma’s house!” She could not hold herself to disrespecting his shameless father because, for a long time, she was held hostage by her father using her mom.
Now, what else he could do?
Who else he could use to blackmail her?
“Huh… I can see that you are acting high and mighty now, huh? Who do you think you are?!” His father’s voice was mocking.
Emily clenched her fists too tight and gritted her teeth.
After 5 long years, her father didn’t change even a single bit.
He was still the pathetic father she hated the most.
“I am the daughter of your deceased wife.” She answered out of despair along with her silent tears uncontrollably falling.
For a while, her dad was silent.
“Emi…” Then he called her with a sentimental tone.
She was just a kid when her father used to call her that way.
Her father’s voice used to melt her heart whenever he called her that way but at the moment, Emily felt nothing but disgust. “Come home, Emi. Let’s talk calmly. Okay? I miss you.” Her dad continued using the same tone.
“I can’t! My home was a long time gone when Mom died.” Emily answered and sobbed in silence.
The house was under Emily's name signed by her late grandmother and was attested and notarized in her will.
It seemed that her grandmother had foreseen that this would happen in the future.
When her grandmother was alive, she never liked the husband of her daughter and that was Emily's father.
To make sure that Emily would not be left penniless and homeless, her loving grandma intentionally put the house under Emily's name.
Now, her father was angrily barking at her because they could not sell the house whenever he wanted.
Emily would never sell it!
"It’s because of your mother’s illness that my money drained. So, you must cooperate! I'm your father and I have the final say! Emily, you became so disrespectful that heaven will punish you and put you in hell! I am not asking you now! As your father, you should obey me and I say we sell the house! Do you understand?!" Shortly, the sweet tone became a hateful scream again brassier over the phone.
He was like going to have a heart attack.
Obviously, his dad could not hold pretending to be sentimental when he was not.
She expected it anyway.
"Correction Dad, It's my mom's money." Clenching her fists too tight, Emily replied trembling in anger.
She was not afraid of him anymore.
She knew that no words from her father were true.
Out of guilt, her mother’s physician told her everything.
Her father requested to stop her mother’s treatment for the reason that he could not sustain the expenses anymore.
Emily knew that was a lame excuse from her father.
Her mom's company was doing great at that time.
Her father just didn't want to waste a single penny for her sick mother because he wanted to give a lavish lifestyle to Claudette and Nichole.
But then... he was shamelessly using her mom's fortune!
When she was about to hang up, her father's raging voice came in quickly, “I will find you and I will make sure you will sign those fucking documents! I will punish you! You ungrateful child!” He roared furiously like it could break Emily’s ear canal.
"Over my dead body!!!" Just thinking how her mom and she went through hardships because of them, she could not control her rage as she replied growling.
Emily didn’t waste a single second and put an end to her father’s call.
Her eyeballs shivered and became moist while her lips were shaking silently.
She could not believe how his father had become so shameless like this.
Her father’s shouting seemed to stay around the corners.
In the dark surroundings, Emily could still hear his fuming voice.
“I will find you!”
“I will make sure you sign the documents!”
“I will punish you for being an ungrateful child!”
Frightened, Emily quickly covered her ears with her palms as she ducked a little.
Then shivered tremendously.
She didn’t want to hear his father’s abusive words again.
Not anymore….
Just when her phone, chimed and vibrated in her pocket.
She thought it was her shameless father again using another means to contact her.
Irately, she got her phone and planned to block his number.
With that, he could not disturb her anymore but…
It was not her father.
Shockingly, it was him. …
The perverted man is him…
Her Charles Adam!
The first light of dawn crept gently through the thin curtains, casting a soft, golden hue across the small room. Dust motes danced lazily in the air, and the ceiling fan spun in slow, sleepy circles above them.Emily stirred first.Her lashes fluttered open, and for a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. The bed beneath her was too firm, the sheets too plain, the air too still. But then she felt it—the steady rise and fall of a chest beneath her cheek. The warmth of an arm wrapped around her waist. The familiar scent of him—clean, faintly woodsy, and unmistakably Charles.She blinked slowly.Her hand was still in his.Their fingers were still laced, even in sleep.She tilted her head slightly and found herself tucked perfectly into the crook of his shoulder, her body curved into his like they had always belonged there. His other arm was draped protectively around her, his grip loose but present, like even in sleep, he didn’t want to let go.Charles was still asleep.His face wa
The sky had deepened into a velvet navy by the time Charles and Emily were back on the road. The windows were down, letting in the cool night air, and the stars blinked faintly above them. The beach still clung to their skin—salt in their hair, sand between their toes—but neither of them seemed to mind.Emily leaned her head against the window, her eyes half-closed, a soft smile still playing on her lips. Charles glanced at her now and then, his hand steady on the wheel, the silence between them warm and full.Then—Thump.Thump-thump-thump.The car jolted slightly.Charles’s brows furrowed. He slowed down, pulled to the side of the road, and stepped out to check.Emily sat up straighter. “What happened?”He returned a moment later, brushing his hands on his jeans. “Flat tire.”She blinked. “You don’t have a spare?”“I do,” he said, glancing down the dark road. “But I’m not changing it in the middle of nowhere at night. Not with you here. It’s not safe.”Of course, she understood what
Emily stood barefoot beside the car, the warm sand curling between her toes. The salty breeze tousled her hair as she looked out at the endless blue, her eyes wide with wonder. She inhaled deeply, the scent of the ocean wrapping around her like a memory.Then she turned to Charles.He stood there, hands in his pockets, watching her with that unreadable expression—half amusement, half something deeper.Without warning, Emily stepped closer.So close that their shoulders brushed.And then—on her toes—she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.A whisper of warmth.A spark.Before he could react, she was already pulling away, her eyes gleaming with mischief.“Yeahhh!” she shouted, throwing her hands in the air like a child set free.She ran toward the water, her laughter echoing across the shore, her hair flying behind her like a banner of joy. The hem of her dress fluttered around her knees as she splashed into the shallows, spinning once, arms wide, face tilted to the sun.Char
The morning light spilled gently through the hospital window, casting a soft glow across the room. Emily sat upright in bed, her eyes fixed on the television screen mounted on the wall. The news anchor’s voice was steady, but the footage was anything but calm.Mayor Steffan, once the untouchable pillar of the city, was being led away in handcuffs.Emily watched in stunned silence as the man who had once stood beside her father, who had smiled for cameras and shaken hands with the powerful, now shouted into a sea of microphones and flashing lights.“Please… don’t let history write lies about me. Look into my heart. Look into your own. I swear I have never betrayed you. I only ever tried to serve.”The screen cut to a panel of analysts, but Emily wasn’t listening anymore. Her heart was racing. Her fingers trembled slightly around the remote.She didn’t know if it was justice or tragedy.She didn’t know whether to feel relief or fear.And then—The door opened.She turned.Charles stood
After the flurry of remote mishaps and cheek-burning TV scenes, the room settled into a gentler hush. The warm lighting painted soft edges on the hospital walls as Emily curled beside Charles beneath the blanket.She tilted her head playfully and whispered, “What about… a game?”Charles didn’t lift his gaze from the pages of the book. “Sounds boring.”“Hmmm,” she said, feigning dramatic suspense. “I ask you a question, you answer. You ask me, I answer. Simple. Honest. No dodging.”He flipped another page, unconvinced. “Not interested.”Emily scooted closer. “Well, I’m very interested in yours.”That earned her a glance—a slow, calculated look.Charles smirked. “Emily Greyson, you better fall in line if you want to know my life. Don’t you know there’s a sea of women out there who'd sell their souls for a peek inside this mind?”The sarcasm was heavy, but she grinned.“Please…” she whispered. “Please?”He turned back, caught the pleading sparkle in her eyes—lashes impossibly long, gaze
Morning crept in gently, trailing threads of light across the folds of white linen. The hospital room was hushed, but not cold. It felt… different. Warmer. Softer. Like someone had left the window open just enough for calm to step inside.Charles blinked awake slowly, disoriented at first.Emily was curled against him, face nestled against the crook of his shoulder, one hand resting on his chest like she'd staked her claim in the quiet. Her IV had been expertly maneuvered to give her room, and her breathing was soft. Steady.Charles didn’t move.Not because he didn’t want to.But because he couldn’t.His body was still for once—truly still. And his mind, so often raging in silence, was quiet.The guilt that normally clawed at him first thing in the morning… was gone.Not erased. But muted.Not forgotten. But distant.For the first time in years since the accident that took his parents—he had slept. Deeply. Peacefully. With her.His eyes remained fixed on her peaceful face, and somethi