Emma’s Pov
"Emma felt her heart pounding in her chest, each beat like a drum echoing her terror. Her mind raced in disarray, struggling to find a way out as panic set in.”
What is going on here?
“ Liam burst into laughter.” Who do you think you are? You should appreciate a man of caliber trying to roll with low-life like you.
Emma’s face brightened up and pretended to be fine, is this what have been brought here to tackle? My heart still pounding slowly in my chest, but was something in me force a smile out of my face.
I don’t mean to be rude but i just do not appreciate strangers touching me inappropriately.
Hello, Emma, meet Mr Liam the CEO Liams Consult, you will be working directly with him here, said Mrs Williams as she rushed into my office.
I don't think i can work or award this company any contract, said Liam and banged his feet angrily on the tiles.
"She let out a long sigh, the excitement draining from her face, replaced by a look of deep disappointment."
"Please, I’m begging you, just give me one more chance," Mrs Williams hurriedly followed Liam to reconsider. I will make sure she apologize, she said.
“ How could you treat him like that?” she said in a trembling voice. You read the details the documents you signed and you agreed to work by every details of the contract.
" I hung my head, the weight of regret evident in my downcast eyes." I am deeply sorry Mrs Williams, i wish i could turn back the arm of time, but i promise to make amends.
“ you had better do, i brought you here to oversee the company, and Mr Liam is our partner and i can’t afford to lose him just for your insecurity issues.
I left the office so early to look around for a school for my twins. Mummy, you look worried did daddy call you today? He is not your dad, i screamed angrily.
It was a quiet night, "I dragged myself out of bed, my eyes heavy with exhaustion from a sleepless night." Will Mrs. Williams forgive me? How do i face Mr Liam are one among the series questions running through my head.
Good morning, Mummy my kids echoed together as i entered there room. Hello darling, am sorry for how i shouted at you yesterday, mummy was not in a right state of mind, i said in a sober tone.
I highlighted from the cab and went straight to Mr Liam’s office. The secretary welcome me with a smiling face asking how she could be of help.
Thank you, am here to see Mr Liam. Is he aware of your coming, ma’am? She asked. Sure, i lied.
The next door by the left, she pointed. Thank you. " I shuffled nervously towards the direction." i stood for few minutes to calm my nerves before knocking at the door.
Come in, a voice ushered me in.
Good morning, Miss Emma, to what do i owe this visit? He asked.
I am…. Sorry he cut in.
I should be the one sorry here, i thought you are one of those ladies that do anything to retain a post. Am not like that too i was only trying to ascertain that my partner is capable.
Please seat, he offered.
He handed me some documents to go through and work with. Nice doing business with you, he said.
It is almost noon before i get to the office and lot of work piling on my desk. My phone rang and i hurriedly pick it up and discovered it is Mrs Williams.
Hello Emma, am so impressed with you, Mr Liam told me everything and congratulations i can now relax my mind that i have a capable hand to run my company.
"I laughed nervously, happiness mixed with uncertainty flashing across my face." firstly, i was transferred even while i misbehaved 48 hours of employment, made me CEO of one of her company not common staff but the CEO, what is going on. I really need to find out where all this is heading.
My kids and i were doing great, on a weekend we decided to visit some tourist center and lo and behold i saw a dark tall handsome guy standing at the opposite direction to us.
" I stood frozen, my mouth slightly open in surprise, unsure how to react." this can’t be true?
I quickly stop my kids and call the driver to take us back to our apartment.
Mummy, why? We agreed to spend enough time today but you stopped the fun unaware, we will some other time, but now we have to leave.
“ I can't believe my eyes, is that Sam or his replica?”
Good morning madam, Stella greeted. How are you doing? There is a young man here waiting to see you.
“ With a furious look, did he mention his name? I asked. Am sorry, I will do that immediately.
I stood up and peep through the pigeon hole of my door and saw it was Sam.
I immediately get my dark eye glass to disguise myself.
He look so radiant in his dark shiny blazer and tracksuit.
He was seated calmly in front of me, staring around the office.
Emma’s POVI woke up to an unusual silence.I tried opening my eyes, blinking rapidly as sunlight was peeking into the room from behind the curtains, I stretched my hand across the bed, expecting to feel Jeff’s body beside me, but the space was empty.I sat up rubbing the sleep from my eyes, listening for any sounds from downstairs but the house was quiet, too quiet. That alone made my heart race.Slipping out of bed, I grabbed my robe and walked toward the hallway, "Jeff?"My voice called out in the silence, but there was no response.I checked the twins' rooms first, but their beds were made, untouched since the morning, that only deepened my confusion. Where had they all gone without telling me?I rushed back to the bedroom, grabbed my phone and immediately dialed Jeff’s number, it rang a few times before he finally picked up."Hey sweetheart." His voice was calm and steady, that was a good sign. "Jeff where are you? Where are the twins?" I asked, the concern in my voice was very
Emma’s POVThe house had never felt so heavy before.Even though the twins were back, safe and unharmed, a strange silence settled over our home, lingering in every corner, stretching between every conversation.It wasn’t the comforting quiet of peace but the unsettling silence of wounds too deep to be seen.Jason and Anna weren’t the same as well, I didn't expect them to be, if they were, I would be scared too.They had always been energetic, filling the house with their endless chatter, their giggles bouncing off the walls, their feet constantly thudding against the wooden floors as they ran from room to room.But now, they barely spoke unless spoken to.They flinched at the slightest sound, their tiny hands gripping mine or Jeff’s whenever they were startled. At night, they screamed in their sleep.The nightmares came more consistently, each one worse than the last. I would rush into their room, hold them close, whisper reassurances, but nothing seemed to help, I had never felt so
Emma’s POVThe warehouse loomed ahead, its rusted metal walls towering over us like the remnants of a forgotten war zone. The air was thick with tension, the weight of what was about to happen pressing heavily on my chest.The dim street lights cast long shadows across the cracked pavement, making the entire place feel colder, darker, more ominous.I tightened my grip on my phone, my heart pounding as I dialed Sam’s number. It rang once. Twice. Then his voice came through, laced with smug amusement.“Well, well, Emma,” he drawled, as if he were expecting my call, “Took you long enough. I was beginning to think you’d lost your nerve.”I exhaled sharply, keeping my voice steady even though my fingers trembled slightly, “This is your last chance Sam. Come out now, surrender. It’s over.”There was a pause, then a chuckle.“Over?” He repeated the word like it was some kind of joke, “You really think you have me cornered? That I’ll just walk out with my hands up, begging for mercy?”I force
3rd Person POV The air inside the apartment was thick with tension, the kind that clung to the walls and seeped into every breath. Jeff sat at the dining table, his hands pressed together, fingers interlocked, staring blankly at the scattered notes in front of him.Emma stood by the window, arms crossed, her eyes tracing patterns in the city skyline beyond. Ronan leaned against the counter, arms folded, silent but ever watchful.The three of them had spent hours going over their options, trying to find a new angle, a fresh lead, anything that would give them an advantage over Sam, but so far, they had nothing.It had been days since Sam’s last demand and the eerie silence that followed had only made Emma more restless.He had told Jeff to sign over Anderson Industries, a demand so outrageous that she had expected immediate retaliation when Jeff refused to comply, but instead, nothing.No threats. No follow-up. No new moves. Just silence.Emma wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a
Emma’s POVThe tension in the apartment was thick, heavy like a storm cloud that refused to break. The air buzzed with almost tangible electricity as Jeff and his team methodically prepared for the mission.Guns were checked, magazines were loaded, and communication devices were tested. Tactical vests were strapped on, each movement precise, and rehearsed.No one spoke unless it was necessary, their focus absolute. This wasn’t just a simple operation, it was a mission to bring the kids home and every man in the room understood the weight of that responsibility.I stood on the sidelines, watching them move like a well-oiled machine, but unlike them, my thoughts were restless.My instincts, sharp and insistent, screamed that something was wrong.I couldn’t pinpoint why but there was an undeniable sense of unease curling in my gut, growing stronger with each passing second.It wasn’t just nerves or anxiety about the danger. No, this was different. It felt like a warning, a whisper of imp
Emma’s POVThe silence between Jeff and me stretched long and heavy, thick with unspoken thoughts and the weight of the impossible choice before us.The air in the living room felt stifling, the tension so dense that even breathing felt like a challenge. I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingers gripping the fabric tightly as I tried to keep my frustration at bay.“We need to go to the police,” I said finally, my voice firm, leaving no room for argument.Jeff didn’t react immediately.He stood by the window, his hands shoved into his pockets, staring out into the darkness.The city lights cast a soft glow over his features, but even in the dimness, I could see the rigidity in his posture, the way his jaw clenched as if he were physically holding back his response.Then, finally, he turned to me, his expression hard, “No.”My brows furrowed, “No?”“No,” he repeated, this time with more force, “We’re not going to the police.”Anger flared in my chest. I shot up from the couch, taking a