**Emily's Pov**
Two years ago..."Dad, are you sure they won't try to kill you? Last time you hosted a welcome dinner, I almost ended up with a bullet in my head," I commented, observing the number of security guards accompanying the two men, carrying a considerable amount of weapons on their belts."Emily, dear, don't worry. The Mitchells are an extremely respected family in the city. They are the only ones capable of solving our problem and preventing us from being killed by the other creditors," my father replied anxiously.My mother, with a reassuring smile, caressed my face. "Calm down, dear. Today you will meet your fiancé. This marriage agreement is the only thing that can save our family right now."I took a deep breath, trying to control the nervousness bubbling within me. I had no choice but to interrupt college to get married. For a while, my family had been entangled in exorbitant debts with mobsters from the far east of the city. This was the only way to pay for my mother's surgery, as the bank refused to give us a financial loan. My father had tried to settle the debt for a long time, but the interest rates were exorbitant, and we had already moved twice due to the constant threats we received. Our family was at risk of death. Luck seemed to smile upon us when the Mitchells, a wealthy and influential family, known and respected throughout the city, agreed to propose a marriage arrangement. However, I realized that I was the grand prize in this transaction, the only daughter of the Parkers. Furthermore, to settle the debts, my parents would have to transfer all their properties to the Mitchells. The price for the protection offered by the powerful family was higher than I had initially imagined.I closed my eyes, resigned. It was a marriage devoid of love, and I hoped to unite with the older brother of Paul Mitchell, a disgusting man on the verge of sixty; I would be his second wife, as the first one died under inexplicable circumstances that no one can explain. However, to my surprise, my heart raced when Paul Mitchell's youngest son entered my living room. I could feel my legs weaken in his presence, his defined muscles, blond hair, and light brown eyes. A cross tattoo adorned his neck, and his smile was charming."Emily, greet your fiancé!" my father instructed, pointing to the man who instantly captivated me."It's a pleasure to welcome you to our home..." I stammered nervously, unable to contain the tremors in my body."The pleasure is mine, Miss Parker." He kissed my hand, staring firmly into my eyes. A shiver ran through my body when he dared to embrace me for a warmer greeting. I longed for his touch, and surprisingly, I realized that falling in love at first sight was possible."So, you intend to give your daughter to us in exchange for debt payment?" Tyler's uncle, that disgusting and cruel man standing beside him, said, seriously, analyzing me from head to toe."Yes..." My father replied sadly. He had no choice but to sell me as collateral in this marriage contract. I wasn't hurt; I knew everything he had done was to save my mother's life while she was hospitalized.The man placed a contract and a pen on the table for us to sign. I trembled as I wrote my name, and soon after, Tyler Mitchell carefully signed his. The man next to him smiled and said, "It's done. Officially welcome to the Mitchell family, dear!" He looked at me with malice. "Tomorrow morning, we'll come to pick you up. Take the opportunity to say goodbye to your parents!" He spoke seriously.Tyler nodded from a distance, and I saw him get into the car for the last time. Despite the nervousness, I felt that I could be happy with that man, and something even left me numb. I never thought I could be interested in the man who would be my future husband. Was it possible to find love in a marriage based on interests and arranged between our parents? This question echoed constantly in my head as I watched him drive away."I'm sorry, dear, for forcing you to marry a man you don't love!" My mother said, coughing; she was still recovering from surgery and had contracted an infection, making the recovery more challenging."Don't worry about me, Mom! I would do anything for you; we're a family! And I'll be fine, I know how to take care of myself..." I replied, trying to reassure her so she could rest."The way that man looked at you, my daughter, be careful! Luckily, your father managed to arrange for you to marry the youngest son of the Mitchell family, who seems to be your age, not with that uncle of his, that disgusting old man who came here. I noticed how he looked at you with malice! I wish I could kick him out, but we have no choice!" She said angrily.My mother's worried expression added an extra layer of weight to the already difficult situation as I tried to maintain composure in the face of the challenging circumstances surrounding us. My mother also married my father through a marriage contract between families; she wished her only daughter could have a different fate from hers, but unfortunately, circumstances were not in our favor."Don't worry, Mom, as I said, I'm stronger than you think. I can survive among the Mitchells!" I pretended to be confident not to worry her.**2 Years Later...** Pov Emily The first six months unfolded like a sweet illusion, a charming lie that Tyler skillfully wove around me. During that time, he won my heart, making me believe in a love that seemed real, only to then shatter it into a thousand pieces. However, Tyler Mitchell's true face emerged, cruel and relentless: betrayals, alcohol-fueled nights, and endless parties in decadent nightclubs with extremely vulgar low-class prostitutes. Last night, after returning home at three in the morning, drunk, the violence between us erupted like a volcano about to erupt, and Tyler unleashed his fury on me, kicking and punching me, turning me into his punching bag. Over a year of my life was dedicated to enduring this cruelty, but today, something inside me changed, and I was determined to change this reality. I faced myself once again in the mirror, seeing my face marked by bruises and cuts scattered across my body. The memory of the torture with a knife by Tyler the previous
**Tyler Mitchell's POV** A year ago, my family and I arrived in Los Angeles to put our plan into action. Unfortunately, the marriage with the Parker family was crucial. Looking at Emily every day caused disgust, and hearing her voice only increased my desire to end her. Part of the plan was completed: her damn parents were eliminated. Now, only Emily remained. I discussed with Justin and Josh the best way to deal with her, to make her suffer until death. Even sex was repugnant. I enjoyed having her until I saw her bleed, and she seemed satisfied with that. I underestimated that filthy woman, and she dared to shoot me. I wanted to kill her on the spot. I charged with force; she couldn't even shoot properly. After she fell, I continued hitting her face; I barely felt the pain from the bullet in my arm, my fists were drenched in blood coming from her face. "Stop, Tyler, you're bleeding!" Josh shouted, trying to restrain me with the help of Justin, while Emma approached to check Emily'
**Emily Parker's POV** I struggled not to open my eyes and realize the grave mistake I had made. Attempting to move my weak body, each inch of it ached terribly. It felt as if I had been run over by a car, yet in reality, I had merely endured a severe beating from my husband. It took a few seconds to comprehend that I was in a cold, damp place. Slowly opening my eyes, I hoped the sun would shine on my face, but there was no sunlight; nothing illuminated that dirty space. Rising from the cold floor, I walked toward a door on my right. I turned the handle forcefully, attempting to open it, but it remained locked. "What's happening?" I asked myself, recollecting that I had tried to eliminate Los Angeles's most prominent mobster, responsible for the city's primary betting houses, feared by all. Observing my bruised body, my heart raced. Completely purple, the image of his once-joyful smile now invoked fear. Trying to kill him, I realized, had signed my death warrant, and I could expec
Pov Tyler Miller. I was sitting on the couch, bandaging my arm it hurt like hell. The pain intensified when Justin poured alcohol on the wound to prevent infection. I could feel the entire length of my arm burning as if it were on fire, increasing the anger I felt towards that person. "What are you going to do with her?" Josh asked while adjusting the black bag full of money. "I'm going to make her suffer immensely!" I replied, grabbing a set of knives and a pair of polished silver handcuffs. "Why don't you just kill her, like you did with her parents?" Justin asked, confused. "Because before killing her, I want to give her the worst experience she can have, making her live in hell. That's why I married her to put an end to the Parker family!" I shrugged, showing indifference. "The money is already here, the shipment has been delivered to the guards, Josh got his morphine, you won't feel pain, and the doctor said the shot grazed you, it was easy to remove the bullet. No possible
"Pov Tyler Miller"Was it truly a baby?" I questioned, feeling both confused and fearful that I could have been responsible for my child's death; I would never forgive myself for that."No, it isn't! It still exists, although the girl bled significantly. The blood was from an internal hematoma, which can pose risks for both her and the baby. We'll keep her here until the vital signs of both return to normal. After that, we'll discharge her so she can go home. We'll keep you updated on her case," the doctor explained, reading the exam results as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.I never planned to impregnate the daughter of the man blamed for my mother's death. I had already decided to keep her alive just to make her suffer, and suddenly this happened.I glanced at the bed, and she appeared to be waking up. Her eyes slowly opened, and it took her a while to figure out her surroundings. Emily turned her head and noticed me, causing her to shrink in fear on the bed."You'l
Pov EmilyPregnant? I don't want to be carrying his child. I don't want to bring my baby into this twisted world; Tyler doesn't deserve to be a father. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as the door to the room swung open, and Emma walked in with a tray in hand."Hello, Mr. Parker," Emma greeted with a smile."Hello, Emma," I attempted to reciprocate her smile, but with so much turmoil around me, it felt impossible to exude kindness."I've brought soup and some fruits for you," Emma said, approaching to reveal the contents on the tray."I'm not hungry," I responded, wrinkling my nose at the sight of the food."But you need to eat for the baby's sake. Come on, take a bite," Emma insisted, picking up a piece of fruit and attempting to feed me."Emma, I'm not hungry," I rejected with frustration. At that moment, the doctor and the nurse entered the room, carrying several examination papers that had been conducted while I was unconscious."I'm relieved to see you awake, Emily!" the docto
Pov Emily"What do you mean, leaving our lives forever?" I asked, a bit apprehensive, knowing Tyler didn't make jokes."When you have my child, you will die. Is it hard to understand?" he said, leaving the room and going down the stairs."You can't be serious. Do you really think you can kill me? You're dreaming!" I said angrily, following him and drawing the attention of the men waiting for him in the living room."Emily, stop bothering me with your unnecessary comments and go to bed!" he replied impatiently.I wondered what lie he would tell our son, trying to hide that he killed his mother by mistake. Do you think he will be able to forgive you?" I kept talking, not caring about the consequences.Emma came to us to find out what was going on, and the security guards began to surround the area due to my strident screams."Don't worry, I'll find a new mother for the baby. As soon as he's born, he'll never remember that you existed in his life!" Tyler shrugged, unfazed."So that's wha
POV TylerWhat the hell was my father talking about? I had killed the Parkers two months ago, and what is my father doing here?"Emily, go to your room, now!" I said seriously, and she looked at me, confused, not understanding what was happening."No! What do you mean? What did you do to my parents? They're innocent!""We didn't do anything, right, son? That's exactly why I'm furious!" Paul said through gritted teeth, sitting in the armchair in front of the living room."What are you talking about?" I raised my eyebrows suspiciously."They escaped!" my father answered angrily.I heard those words in disbelief. How could they have escaped? I kept one of my men to kill them, and he had told me the job was done."You tried to kill my parents?" Emily spoke with a shaky voice."Are you stupid by any chance?" Paul looked at her angrily, and I knew what he was about to do."Emily, go to your room, now!" I shouted. She looked at me a bit reluctant and slammed the door, obeying my command. I c