ログインEmmaIt’s Monday morning when I step out of the elevator, feeling a strange sense of relief. I’m glad to leave early without facing Knox today. For the past few days, I’ve been trying to avoid him ever since my mom dropped the bombshell that he’s my dad’s best friend. The thought of it still makes me so angry that I can feel it tightening my chest, but I know I have to calm myself down. I can’t afford to let the emotions take over, especially today. As I make my way to my desk, I flick my wrist, glancing at my leather-bound wristwatch. It’s six forty-seven in the morning. I know it’s pretty early for a job that officially starts at eight, but right now, I don’t mind. I just can’t bear to look at Knox. I wonder how I’ll survive the rest of the day, given that I work for him.When I approach my desk, I notice the lights are still off. But then, as I get closer, I freeze. I see a dark silhouette hunched over the desk that used to be occupied by Ethan before he moved to my mom’s depart
Monica I pull up to the strip club. Seeing that the parking lot is really busy. There are people hanging out near their cars doing their thing. I just roll my eyes. Get out of my car. I am here for the action, which is inside. I walk into the club. It is filled with male strippers. They are dancing on the stages and around the poles. The music is loud. It makes the floor shake. The lights are flashing across the room. I find a seat at a table near the stage and watch the dancers for a bit. They are really good. I like the way they move. One of the strippers comes over to me and starts dancing right in front of me. He is really strong and confident. I throw some money at him. He keeps dancing until I reach out. Touching him, feeling his warm skin. He is really firm, exactly what I like. The money is falling around us and it is sticking to his skin. I am smiling to myself because this is a start to a great night.Drinks come to the table. Which I gulp down. The alcohol is making
MonicaI stand before the mirror this morning after getting dressed and ready to leave for the day. My reflection stares back at me, but all I can think about is the drug test I’m about to take. The thought of it fills me with hesitation and anxiety. I wonder if this is really the right choice, but deep down, I know it’s the only way I can clear my name and put an end to the accusations that have been hanging over me like a dark cloud. I can't shake the overwhelming sense of dread building inside me as I stare at myself, unsure of what the next few hours will bring.A sigh escapes me, and I try to steady my nerves. Slowly, I brush my hair aside with my fingers, as if I could push away the anxiety along with the strands of hair.My throat suddenly feels dry and tight, so I quickly walk to the kitchen, hoping to calm myself. I pour a full glass of water and gulp it down in several swallows, leaning against the counter as I try to shake off the heavy feeling in my chest. The cool liq
EmmaThe furious pounding of my heart almost makes my blood pressure spike as I sit on the concrete bench in the park. My thoughts are consumed by the whirlwind of emotions that have gripped me since my confrontation with my mother and Knox.Before she gets a chance to look at my face properly, I quickly wipe my face with the back of my hand. I blink rapidly, trying to hide the evidence of my emotional state from anyone who might notice.“Oh, Emma, you’re crying,” Iva says, her voice full of surprise and concern. It catches me off guard, especially in such a public place.I immediately look away, my cheeks burning with embarrassment at being seen in such a vulnerable state by someone I barely know. “No, no, I’m not crying at all,” I try to deny it, my shaky voice betraying my attempt to cover up the truth. “I think something just got in my eyes, and that’s why they’re watering.”Iva doesn’t seem convinced. “Then look at me,” she says firmly, her tone gentle but insistent. It’s hard f
EmmaMy mother goes silent, her eyes gleaming with something I can't quite place. I step out from behind Knox, my heart pounding in my chest as I face her. My voice shakes, but I don’t back down. “Yes, Mom. You should tell me what happened to my father.”She stares at me, blinking repeatedly, as if she’s trying to understand my words. The anger creeps back into her eyes slowly, building in intensity until it’s burning there once more. She folds her arms across her chest, her expression hardening as she speaks in a low, firm voice. “Don’t you ever mention that name again.” Her tone is sharp, cutting through the space between us. She laughs, but it's cold, the kind of laugh that sends a shiver down my spine. “If you’re so serious about finding out about your father, maybe you should start by asking your precious stepfather, because after all, they were best friends.”My jaw drops, and I snap it shut instantly, blinking at her in disbelief. “What? Are you serious right now?” My voice i
EmmaAt first, I think it’s just part of a strange dream, the angry voices echoing through the room, loud and grating like some twisted soundtrack to a nightmare. But as I blink my eyes open, the reality hits me like a cold slap, and I realize this is no dream. My heart sinks as I prop myself up on my elbow, narrowing my gaze. The voices grow louder, more heated, and my stomach drops when I recognize the unmistakable pitch of my mother’s voice. She’s here. On a Friday morning. And the worst part? She’s here uninvited, barging into the only space I’ve felt safe in, the one place where I’ve finally begun to breathe without her constant control hanging over me.My feet hit the floor hard, adrenaline surging through me as I scramble out of bed. The sheets tangle around my legs, almost sending me crashing to the floor, but I manage to steady myself, the urgency in my movements sharpening. With trembling hands, I fumble to twist the key in the lock, praying it’ll hold. The key dangles
GinaI stand there like a complete idiot until her car fades from my sight. It takes the blaring of honks of other cars behind me to jolt me back to the present. Trembling in anger and cursing under my breath, I get into my car and zoom off.What does she mean by he's messing with me?Is she right
Emma“Oh,” I say nervously, tucking a strand behind my ears, giving him a shy smile.He draws closer. Tilt his head as his gaze runs through my body as if checking me out.“I’d love to stay back and talk but I'm in a hurry. Can I have your number?” He lowers his voice as he asks politely.“Sure,” I
EmmaI squeal in delight. This is the best news ever. Springing up from the chair, it scrapes against the floor.Knox lips twitch into a smile. “Yes. A job in my company. Except you don't want to work for me.”“No,” I object immediately. “I want to work for you. Thank you so much,” I say cheerfull
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







