Emma Watson
“Ray Maverick ! Answer me!” He yelled again as I gulped in nothing.
“Good evening, Grandpa Ezra. How are you doing.” Ray greeted once he was in their midst. We were now facing the whole family.
A woman in her 50s and a man in his 60s were definitely his parents because I have seen them more often on TV. Then the elder version of Ray and a lady.
I quietly followed him, feeling uneasy with different eyes plugging their balls at me like I was an outcast.
“Emma, come have a seat.” Ray must have sensed my uneasiness as he asked me to join him…
Why was I even here? Clearly Ray couldn't stand up for me at this point.
“Good evening, Rayian. How's my grandson coping with his health? I am sorry I am just checking up on you. You know we have almost the same issue here.” Grandpa Ezra said, and that was when I noticed that he was also in a wheelchair.
Shit!
“Good evening, sir and ma'am.” I greeted, trying to release tension that was clearly in the room, but I instantly regretted it.
“Ray! Have you suddenly lost your human sense with your sight?” His father barked, and I was forced to raise my head's up in surprise.
Was that coming from his father?
“I do not know what you are talking about, Father. Could you be more specific and stop beating around the clock?” I heard Ray declare, feigning ignorance to whatever his father might mean.
I also didn't know what he was talking about. Rumors?
“You are ruining my reputation, young man. It is all over the internet that you got married to a strange woman overnight.” He announced, and I gasped, my eyes widening, and my hand placed on my lips to keep me from saying anything else.
I retrieved my phone from my bag and checked the internet, scrolling through whatever it is until my eyes met with the scandalous Tag.
~The disabled man, Ray Maverick , who was once the most handsome and billionaire in New Orleans, suddenly lost his sight in a fatal car accident and had women running from him, is seen getting married to an unknown woman. We are still running an investigation as to who this woman is.~
Shit! I cursed underneath my breath, staring at Ray, who had no idea whatever was happening.
Typical paparazzi.
“Ray, I think what he is saying is right. It says in the news that you got wedded to a strange woman.” I whispered into Ray's ear, but his response got me reeling.
“Then, aren't you my wife? It is better to put them in shock now, than later. Shall we start devouring now, or we are still going to talk about my new woman?” He queried, making me almost lose my breath.
The whole family turned their direction at me, their eyes showing disgust, disbelief, and hatred. Because that was all I saw.
“This Gold digger? Have you ever seen her before? She looks ugly and a Gold digger.” A younger version of Ray spoke this time, she had Ray type of black curly hair.
“Bella, can we close that chapter of a Gold digger? Not everyone is like your best friend, Benita.” Ray threw at her and for a minute, I knew something must have transpired between them because the Bella girl rolled her eyes.
“Finally, my brother finally got a woman who loves him with his disabilities, I hope you didn't force her into doing this.” The Elder brother said, his eyes holding a teasing gaze at me.
“It is none of your business,Lucas. Is this why we are here?” He asked in a bored tone.
“Well, if you hadn't caused any commotion, we probably won't be here discussing non-relevant things. But you brought this upon yourself.” Lucas retorted and I sighed.
He was also the one passing across information to Ray. I clearly remembered his name, but I didn't know his face.
He looks like one of the models on the internet.
“I am not supporting her, son. Even when you try to dress her up, she still stinks of her poverty-stricken self, can't you see?” His mother, Mrs. Maverick finally spoke after hours of observing the situation.
“Since when did you all opinion started to matter so much that I need your support before getting myself into marriage? I don't want you making her feel uncomfortable when she just came into your family.” He declared, making me lower my head so as not to collide with their eyes.
It all felt awkward for me.
“Emma? I grasped that name earlier when my son called it.” Grandpa Ezra finally spoke amidst the tension, with a bright smile tugged on his lip. “A beautiful name for a beautiful soul like you. Emma, what is that?” He inquired, suddenly picking interest in me.
My cheeks flustered, and I tried to hide the proud smile that formed on my lips. “Emma Watson, sir.” I curtly replied and he shook his head.
“Sir? Do you still address me as Sir? Come on, you are welcome here, as long as my grandson loves you, we are settled. He has never been so keen on keeping a woman by his side, but you….you are exceptional. I just hope you treat his fragile heart with care.” His grandpa ended, and I slowly took a glimpse at Ray.
Ray? A fragile heart? I would pay any amount just to be able to laugh in this kind of situation. A man that I have barely known for a week is the one that loves me? I just hope he doesn't continue to keep Ezra in the dark because he is one of a kind grandpa.
“Now I am hopeful that you could give me a grandchild.” He added, I almost choked on the wine I was drinking, and I heard another chuckle in front of me.
That of Lucas.
“A grandchild? Oh, please grandpa! Can we be realistic here? No, can we all be? This pretty lady won't even enjoy the sweet moment of marriage. He is blind, and how would he even give her the best moment of her life? Wait,” he laughed out loud. “Would…would he start tracing with his finger before he could hit the right Sp…?
“Louis!” I heard the thunderous voice of Grandpa Ezra fill the room and silence erupt.
“I am sorry. I just wanted to be a real man. It felt like no one wanted to be real.”
His words felt like a slap across my face and I could feel Ray's face oozing with utter coldness. Why would he even say that to him?
I waited for Ray to say something but as usual, he didn't give Lucas the chance to get through to him. A self-esteem he had learned to hold within him even when Lucas was quite older than him.
Silence eluded the place for a while, and his father finally cleared his throat.
“We have thought this through, Ray. And we have finally decided to let you leave the family company for your brother,Lucas. He is the capable one currently and you are useless.” His father announced, his words cold and cruel. And at that moment, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I had gone berserk.
“Your Son? Useless? Can you have some shame, sir.”
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