MasukEmmaI step aside quickly, making sure not to bump into her. I’d been moving so fast, so caught up in my own thoughts, that I hadn’t even noticed HR standing right there by the door until it was almost too late.The photos are clenched tightly in my hand, the edges pressing into my palm as she smiles at me. But I don’t trust it, not even a little. She must have heard something. Maybe not everything… but enough.“Oh, Miss Emma, I’m so sorry for being in your way.”I force myself to calm my breathing, to smooth out the tension in my face. I give a small shake of my head and return her smile, though it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “It’s nothing. I’m just glad I didn’t knock you over. That would’ve been worse.”For a moment, we just stand there, looking at each other in a silence that stretches a little too long. Then she suddenly gasps, as if remembering something important.“I should head inside to speak with your mother. That’s actually what I was about to do before we almost ran into
Emma I sit at my desk, staring at the picture of my father, the one I found on Iva’s laptop.My fingers hover over the edge of the desk, unmoving. My eyes stay fixed on the image like if I look away, it might disappear and take the truth with it. The man in the picture looks normal, kind, even. Not like the chaos my life has become.Across the room, Iva is busy typing away, the steady clatter of her keyboard filling the silence. She looks calm, focused, like everything in her world still makes sense.Unlike mine.I’m just sitting here, frozen, doing nothing while my thoughts spiral out of control.Knox already made it clear, I’m no longer his executive assistant. Just like that, I’m out. My resignation letter sits on my laptop, typed, formatted, and ready. All that’s left is to hand it over when he gets back from his board meeting.I push my chair back slowly and stand, my legs almost hesitating, like they’re unsure where to take me. Still, I force myself toward the printer.My fin
KnoxThe morning light slips through the window and lands across my face, pulling me out of sleep. I blink a few times, disoriented at first, unsure where I am. Then it clicks, the ceiling, the room, my bedroom. My bed feels empty now that Emma is gone.I stay there for a while, staring up, watching dust drift lazily through the sunlight. The memories don’t hit all at once. They ease in, one at a time. The time I fucked her in the kitchen and other places we made love. Then more follow, her voice, soft as she moans my name. Damn, I miss those moments.I remember the first time I saw her in her office touching her pussy and how she uses the dildo to fuck herself. I squash the thoughts away, I don't want to get hard and then deal with it in the bathroom.I open my eyes again, I’m back here. The same white ceiling. The same empty space beside me. A weight settles deep in my chest.I miss her more than I want to admit.And there’s nothing I can do about it. She made her choice when she
EmmaI sit across from Iva at the restaurant table, but I can barely focus on anything in front of me. The warm lighting, the soft music, even the delicious smell of the food, all of it fades into the background. My heart is beating too fast, loud enough that I feel it in my ears. I stare down at my hands resting on the table, and suddenly a cold realization creeps over me.My phone.I freeze.“Iva,” I say, my voice unsteady, almost unfamiliar to my own ears, “I think I've lost it.”Iva pauses mid-bite and looks up at me, her brows drawing together slightly. She studies my face, as if trying to measure how serious I am. Then she tilts her head.“Emma, are you sure you came with it? Think carefully.”I nod quickly, too quickly. “Yes, I’m sure. I had it when we walked in.”But the moment I say it out loud, doubt hits me like a sudden drop. My stomach tightens. My phone is not in my hand, not in my lap, not anywhere I can see.A wave of panic rises in my chest, sharp and suffocating.T
EmmaI’m perched on the edge of Iva’s bed, eyes fixed on the laptop until they start to sting. The wedding photo sits at the center of the screen, and something inside me quietly splinters. A man stands beside my mother, his arm wrapped around her waist like he never intends to let her go. She looks unbelievably happy, her smile wide and genuine, the kind that lights up her entire face and creases the corners of her eyes. he looks so young, so beautiful in her white dress, the fabric flowing.She doesn’t look like the woman I remember from later years. She looks like someone full of hope and love, a young woman with dreams still intact. And seeing her like that makes something ache deep in my chest.Then I look at the man. He’s tall, handsome, solid in his dark suit, with warm eyes and a confident smile that feels oddly familiar. My heartbeat picks up as emotions rush in all at once, hope, confusion, sadness, and a kind of longing that tightens my throat. Could he really be my fath
EmmaI stay curled up on the couch for what feels like forever, my legs tucked tightly beneath me as if I’m trying to make myself smaller, disappear somehow. The tears that once streamed down my face have dried into stiff, uncomfortable tracks, but I don’t bother wiping them away. I barely even notice them anymore. My eyes remain fixed on nothing, staring straight ahead while the world around me feels distant, blurred, like I’m no longer fully part of it.My phone rests heavily in my hands, its screen now dark after the call that shattered everything inside me. Knox’s voice still echoes in my head. His words replay over and over, each repetition cutting deeper than the last. My chest tightens painfully every time I hear them again in my mind, until breathing feels like a struggle. I try to push the thoughts away, to silence them even for a moment, but they come back louder, harsher, dragging me closer to a breaking point I can’t seem to escape.The phone starts ringing again.And
KnoxThe moment they enter the room, I know it's time to act. My jaw tightens in rage. Blood roars in my ear.I warned her about that guy but she chose to disregard my words.As I climb the stairs, the blaring music starts to fade. I storm to the door and that's when I hear a blood cuddling scream
Emma My phone gives a sharp ding and I glance down at the screen. An email notification pops up on the screen.I click it, and after it loads, the message appears.It contains the official company email I will be using as an executive assistant and the log in details.The words staring at me from
EmmaA wave of uneasiness sweeps over me. I don't think I can do this. I still remembered what happened a few weeks ago, how I was attacked while returning from work in the night.Memories of what happened send chills down my spine. The dreadful feeling of being helpless and in danger is not someth
KnoxThe cup of coffee remains untouched on the table. I was so busy that I did not even spare it a glance.That evening, I get my things ready. It's been a hectic day at work.Attending meetings to keep up with the new trends and trying to get the best campaign for our products.I remember Gina gl







