The Tycoon Knows How To Love

Emily's POVThe ride home felt endless. Each red light took too long. My phone was face down in the passenger seat.I got to my apartment, threw my purse on the workout chair, and grabbed my laptop to turn it on and wait for it to boot. Then I opened my drive and searched for the file name April.Cole and I shared an email account for our expenses and savings.There were screenshots. Bank statements. Transfers. Everything was from our joint account.I scrolled down and saw the same account that Cole and I had been saving money in for our wedding, honeymoon, and mortgage on our new home.My throat closed over as I scrolled.$14,000$2,700$8,300Every week, there were withdrawals to hotel bookings, visits to jewelers, and restaurants that I had never been to.Then I stared hopelessly at the balance of $118.43 by the last page until my eyes became blurry.A big share of that money was mine. Each double shift, each extra hour of overtime—every dollar had been set aside for us. For our ho

Emily’s POVMy pulse quickened, trapping the air in my chest. “W…what did you say?”His eyes lingered. “You heard me. Don't think about lying. I hate lies.”“I…I…”“I saw the test results at the hospital. Tell me what I want to know. Is it mine?”The room started to spin and my sight turned blurry for a moment.He raised an eyebrow, waiting. “We don't have all day.”I was rooted to the ground and I knew there was no escape. I felt like I was being watched and slowly turned to see men dressed in black suits, watching…me.“Don't worry about them. They are mine,” he said.Was that supposed to make me feel better?“I'm waiting,” he announced.“Y…yes, it's yours,” I said.He smiled then drank his coffee. Then spoke. “You're coming with me. Today.”“Excuse me?” I stuttered.He set the cup down and leaned back in his chair to give me a look that made me freeze in place.“I don't want my child growing up in a separate home. You're moving in with me.”I opened my mouth to protest but the secon

Emily's POV I threw the fourth Barkin bag Luscious gifted me in a single week onto the bed beside me and gripped my hair in frustration, my fingers tightening until my scalp burned. I glanced down at the boxes littering the floor at my feet, some still sealed, others already unboxed with jewelry gleaming inside them. “I told you to tell him to stop buying these luxury items for me. He wouldn't let me out. How does he expect me to use them?” I complained, my voice sharp, and the maid lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the scattered items on the floor. “I'm sorry ma'am. I tried telling him but… I can't afford to lose my job.” She muttered, rubbing her arm nervously like she was trying to soothe herself. Goodness. I rolled my eyes and fell back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as if it might offer me answers. It's been a week since I got imprisoned in the so-called ‘Dexter’ mansion. Luscious had sternly warned his employees and the guards outside to keep their eyes on me

Emily's POV“What are you doing?” I gasped in shock, pushing him away from me. At that moment, Luscious stepped inside, staring at both of us with a deep frown on his face.I felt numb under his gaze and moved back away from him. He had already shown me his madness, and I wouldn't want to experience it again.Lucas, on the other hand, cleared his throat and faced Luscious. He wiped his hands, lowering his head slightly.I expected Luscious to ask what just happened, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he dropped something on the dressing table and left.I lifted my head to see what it was and was stunned to see an ice pack. I moved my attention back to the door, but he was already gone.“You didn't do anything wrong, Emily,” I muttered to myself as I walked over to the dresser and took the ice pack. “You were only taken advantage of by that man. It just so happened that Luscious had to walk in at that moment.”I closed my eyes, pressing the ice pack on my face where Luscious had sque