The cars came to a stop, and gradually, the doors of the SUV opened. A sophisticated woman stepped out of the car, smiled, and waved at my dad.
I immediately recognized the girl; she was the arrogant and self-centered Rachel Winterberg, the former Miss Universe and the only daughter of Mike Winterberg, the Administrator of the Federal Aviation Administration.
Rachel and her father had visited Coleman's Villa countless times before Brandon left. Rachel had hoped to take advantage of the close relationship between her father and my father to get Brandon's attention. However, Brandon had never looked at her twice; he despised her self-centeredness and her thin figure.
I never knew that Brandon would later change his mind and decide to marry the very Rachel he had hated so much. Perhaps Brandon had pretended to dislike Rachel because he knew I hated seeing women around him then.
"Jumping Jehoshaphat! Rachel Winterberg!" Vera exclaimed. "I told you back then when you were busy driving Rachel away from Brandon and making things difficult for her that Brandon loves that girl. But you said Brandon did not love her, and that Brandon dislikes Rachel….bla bla bla! Now, do you see them?" Vera asked. I was still in shock, so I couldn't answer her question.
What did I ever do to Brandon that made him despise me like this? I murmured to myself. Marrying someone he knew was my sworn enemy is the worst thing Brandon has done to me.
"He could have chosen someone else," I murmured as tears started falling from my eyes.
"Emma, your problem is that you don't take people's advice. I told you that Brandon and Rachel are secretly seeing each other. You kept believing that Brandon loves you. I'm glad you can see where his heart truly lies. Brandon loves Rachel," Vera said, speaking in a tone that intensified my tears. Slowly, I wiped my face and focused my eyes on the bodyguards, who had gone to open the other door.
From the other side of the car, a strikingly handsome man emerged, exuding an air of commanding self-confidence. Unconsciously, my lips curved, my eyes squinted, and my tears flowed as I gazed at Brandon Henderson, the man who had stolen my heart and vanished.
Standing at the height 6"4, Brandon's features were flawlessly perfect and symmetrical. His muscles flexed beneath his tailored corporate attire. Despite what he had done to me, I realized that nothing had changed. I still loved him crazily and wasn't ready to give up just yet.
"Wow... He looks even more handsome now," Vera whispered. My eyes remained fixated on Brandon, refusing to look away. It felt surreal that two years had already passed.
"He's going to be my husband someday," I whimpered, unintentionally letting my thoughts slip out.
"Yes, he'll be your husband in your dreams!" Vera chuckled. "Wake up, girl. Brandon is out of your league, and he's much older than you. Rachel is twenty-seven, so they're a better match for marriage," Vera said.
Brandon stepped forward, taking Rachel Winterberg's hand, and they began walking down the red carpet. Their faces beamed with smiles as they approached Samuel Coleman, my father, and Marbella, my witty grandmother who had also been Brandon's best friend back then. Marbella had fallen ill and was hospitalized for days when Brandon returned to Stockholm two years ago.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Brandon," Samuel Coleman smiled.
"Thank you, buddy," Brandon replied, embracing Marbella.
"Rachel, how is your father?" Samuel inquired, addressing the girl whom Brandon held firmly.
"He's doing well, sir," Rachel responded with a slight bow, wearing a smile as if she were the kindest person on Earth.
"Devil!" I muttered through gritted teeth as I looked at Rachel Winterberg.
One of the security men standing near the door signaled Brandon, and he began walking towards the entrance of Coleman's Villa.
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"Let's go, guys," I said to Vera and the other servants who were in the room with me. We quickly scanned the area, ensuring everything was in order before dashing out. I wanted to leave swiftly, hoping to avoid encountering Brandon and Rachel in the corridor. I knew Rachel would revel in the fact that she had finally won Brandon's heart, and I didn't want to see her face.
As we hurried down the long corridor, we spotted Brandon and Rachel approaching us, hand in hand, accompanied by four of Brandon's bodyguards. I paused for a moment, considering turning around, but it would have been childish, so I continued walking, trying my best to force a smile that simply wouldn't appear on my face. Vera and the other servants swiftly turned and took a different direction, while I continued walking towards Brandon and Rachel.
"Welcome to Coleman's Villa," I said to one of them in particular, trying to avoid their gaze.
"Thank you, Emma," Brandon replied, and Rachel burst into triumphant laughter. Brandon had never called me Emma since I had known him.
Rachel's laughter, filled with the satisfaction of her victory, and the name Brandon called me, intertwined to create a surge of heartbreak. I felt as though my heart was falling out of my chest.
I simply waved at them and continued to walk away, but Rachel's voice echoed, causing me to halt.
"Emma, I sent our civil marriage invitation card to you last week through my mom. Did you receive it?" Rachel asked, her tone laced with triumph.
"No," I responded without turning my head to look at them.
"Alright, I will..." Rachel began to speak, but Brandon quickly interrupted her.
"Don't worry, Rachel. Emma's name is not on the guest list," Brandon said. His words hit me like a torn brick and I was compelled to turn my head and look at him for the first time in two years. Our eyes met, and Brandon swiftly narrowed his gaze before returning his face to a neutral expression, as if he no longer held any fondness for me. The little bit of hope I had managed to hold onto shattered completely.
Brandon is someone I anonymously donated one of my kidneys to when he had kidney failure two years ago. Apart from my maid, Vera and my friend Gabrielle, no one else knew what I did. My parents did not know. Even Brandon did not know I was the one who saved his life.
As I stood still staring at them as they walked away, tears blurred my vision. Brandon didn't even want me to attend his wedding. Although I had no intention of going to the wedding, I felt that Brandon should have included my name and given me the honor of declining. Why did he suddenly develop such hatred towards me? I asked myself as I continued staring at them. I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.
"I told you, didn't I?" Vera said from behind me. I sniffled and wiped my nose with the back of my hand. Vera had been insisting that Brandon didn't love me. I couldn't believe how right she was.
"Brandon is no longer your best friend who showers you with affection. He didn't even include your name on his wedding guest list! Move on, girl," Vera said with a sympathetic tone.
"Let's go," Vera said, grabbing my hand and I followed her. At the doorway of my room, I turned and looked at Vera.
"I want to be alone," I murmured.
"Alright, but stop thinking about Brandon. You and him can never be together. Brandon is like a father to you," Vera said.
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Throughout that day, I locked myself in my room and wept bitterly. My mother, who would have consoled me, traveled to spend time with Pauletta, her mother.
In the late hours of the night, the door of my room opened. I did not move an inch from the window where I was standing to look at the person who opened my door. The scent of masculine body wash filled my room, and I turned my head slowly to see who was standing there.
I saw Brandon leaning on the door frame with his arms folded across his chest. He was clad in a simple night robe with a plunging neckline that exposed his muscles and the crisp hairs on his chest.
For more than two minutes, my full hazel eyes, with my natural sweeping lashes, remained fixed on Brandon's blue eyes. I wondered what was going through his mind as he stared at me.
I knew Brandon had finally come to tell me to my face that he did not want to see me anywhere near Julian Henderson's estate looking for him again. However, his next words caught me off guard.
"My Jewel," Brandon called, and the rich timbrel of his voice echoed in my room. At least Brandon still remembered the name he gave me the day I was born. A name that holds a cherished place in my heart and melts my stubborn heart. "For more than two hours, after talking to your grandfather, I was resisting the urge to come and see you, but I couldn't. Jewel, I missed you like hell," Brandon whispered softly. His voice was calm, and his eyes remained fixed on mine.I kept quiet and continued staring at Brandon. I missed him and there was no need to pretend I didn't. After some minutes of silence, I took a deep breath and spoke. "I missed you too," I murmured. "I came to your estate, and you said you don't wanna see me. I came to Zenith Incorporation Tower, and you turned down my application to meet you. What did I do?""Nothing," Brandon whimpered. "Are you avoiding me because of Rachel?" I asked, my tears increased and I blinked rapidly as I remembered that Rachel has finall
Brandon continued staring at me. His blue eyes glowed with a savage inner fire. I could feel his intense desire to make love to me from the way his hard body was throbbing madly under me and the way his muscular chest was heaving crazily. However, he seemed to be fighting the urge to devour me. Brandon took a deep breath after some minutes and licked his lips nervously. With a faded tone, he whispered. "Jewel, do you ever cook words before dishing them out?""Words are not meant to be cooked," I remarked, my voice filled with a mix of desire and impatience as I untied the rope of his sleep robe, my hand gliding over his well-defined chest."I can't believe I've raised such a mischievous girl. I must be a terrible father," Brandon chuckled, his voice tinged with amusement."Bran, make love to me," I whimpered, my words filled with longing as I trailed my tongue along his defined abs."Jewel..." Brandon began to speak, but I silenced him by pressing my lips against his, taking him una
"Jewel, I did not grasp the true meaning of love until I cradled you in my arms eighteen years ago and looked into the depths of your beautiful hazel eyes. However, as your father, it is my duty to protect you and not fuck you," Brandon said and a solemn silence descended upon the room. There he went again! Always referred to the love he professed for me when I was just a baby. Brandon was just deceiving himself, not me. Deep down, I knew that we both have romantic feelings for each other."You shouldn't have come here," I whimpered over my choking beating heart. "You should have found a way to send the invitation card to my grandfather," I said, my voice filled with intense sadness. "It took me a whole year to push the feelings I have for you aside and concentrate on my studies again. Now, you've resurrected everything, do you expect me to endure another year of agony?" I questioned, my emotions raw and vulnerable. Brandon lowered his head and closed his eyes, his expression filled
Brandon Henderson's Narrative. Coming to Malmö was a decision that took me one month to make because of Emma. It had taken her a whole year to suppress her feelings for me, but for me, my unwavering love for her grew stronger with each passing day.I was aware that my arrival would only complicate matters for both of us, especially for me. But Anthony Coleman, Emma's grandfather, was not someone I could simply invite to my civil marriage with a casual phone call. He had raised me as his own and protected me from my enemies. Our bond was stronger than that of a typical father and son.I desperately wished Emma knew the depth of my love for her. However, I couldn't confess my feelings because she was just a teenager, and she is also my goddaughter. It was against my principles to develop romantic feelings for Emma, but love has a way of moving people's hearts in an unexpected direction. Enduring two whole years without seeing Emma's face was the darkest period of my life. But the m
Regrettably, I couldn't reciprocate the passion. Gradually, she moved downwards, freeing my manhood from the snug briefs I wore, and started pleasuring the tip with her mouth. Despite her efforts to put me in the mood, none of her actions were able to stimulate an erection in me.After several minutes of pleasuring my manhood, Rachel let out a sigh and turned away, walking towards the bed. I reached out and gripped her hand, attempting to stop her, but she angrily swung her hand out of my grip. Angrily, she climbed onto the bed and faced the window. I quickly put on my snug briefs, joined her on the bed, and knelt between her legs. Rachel spread her legs wide apart, waiting for my action but I couldn't do anything. "Rachel, I'm sorry," I murmured softly, and she sniffled and looked away. "Please just give me a little more time.""Bran, you've been saying that for the past two years! I am the most beautiful girl in the universe! Men are desperate to catch a glimpse of even my thigh!
Emma Coleman "Nana?" I called out when I recognized the figure standing at the entryway. "Brandon brought this to my room tonight. He wants me to give it to you after he leaves, but I think you need to see it and thank him or discuss it with him before he leaves," Marbella, my grandmother, said with a teary tone as she walked slowly towards my bed. She dropped the mysterious box on my bed, wiped her tears with the back of her palm, turned, and left the room. Her reaction made me hesitate to open the box. I had cried enough already, and I did not want anything that would make me shed more tears. As I continued staring at the box Marbella placed on my bed wondering what was inside that made Marbella shed tears, I heard a loud kick on my door, and it swung open violently, hitting the wall with a loud noise. My heart skipped a beat. "You shameless bîtch!" a woman's voice pierced the silence. Rachel stood in the middle of the room, her arms folded across her chest, her legs trem
A flash of lightning illuminated the room, followed by a distant rumble of thunder. The wind picked up, carrying with it some nostalgic feelings. I moved away from the window as the rain began to fall. I climbed the bed and buried my body under the duvet. My gaze remained fixed on the window sill, observing the raindrops relentlessly pelting against it.As the rain continued to pour, it seemed to soften the earth and stir up the remaining long-buried feelings I had for Brandon that I had managed to push aside. Tears welled up in my eyes as I recalled Rachel's threat and how defeated her words made me feel. Suddenly, my phone chimed, indicating a new message from my Watsapp. The voice note began to play and Brandon's voice filled the room. Brandon blocked my number when he left Malmö two years ago. I couldn't believe he just unblocked my number. "Jewel, are you still awake? I need to ask, did Rachel hit you? Please reply if you're awake," Brandon said. There was a faint tremor in h
Silence enveloped the car. The soft purr of the engine and my heart that continued pounding in my chest were the only sound within my car. Brandon squeezed my palm again before talking."Jewel, come let's eat together like old times," Brandon murmured."No," I shook my head. My eyes filled with unshed tears as I stared out through the window, controlling the urge to throw myself on Brandon's broad chest, bask in the warmth of his embrace and beg him to take me with him as I couldn't stand the cold reality of his departure this time. The eerie silence in the car and the powerful androsterone emanating from Brandon made me desire him more than ever."Bran… please, go. Rachel is waiting for you," I murmured. But no words came from Brandon. He continued to gently squeeze my palm. I turned my head to look at him and was taken aback by the expression in his eyes. Beyond Brandon's stoic facade was unspoken pain, alive and glowing in his eyes as he stared at me. Our eyes locked and I studie