LOGINCity lights shimmered beyond the taxi window. Emma leaned her head back, closed her eyes, trying to push away the exhaustion that had piled up since morning.
Her phone vibrated, forcing her to open her eyes.
Mama Sophia.
Emma stared at the screen for a few seconds before finally swiping the green icon.
“Yeah, Mom?”
“Emma, where are you?” her stepmother’s voice sounded sweet. Too sweet.
“On the way home. Just got off work.”
“Oh, good. Mom wants you to have dinner at home. It’s been so long since you came back,” Sophia continued gently, as if they were a perfectly harmonious family.
Emma let out a slow breath. She knew what this invitation meant.
“Is something going on?” Emma asked cautiously.
“Nothing at all. We all miss you. It’s been a long time since we gathered together,” Sophia replied quickly. “Your father really wants to see you too.”
The word father made Emma’s chest feel heavy.
“I’m tired, Mom.”
“It’s just dinner, Emma. Is it really that hard to come home once in a while for a meal?”
Emma fell silent. Refusing would only make her seem ungrateful.
“All right, Mom,” she said at last. “I’ll come.”
“Good. We’ll be waiting at home.”
The call ended.
Emma turned her gaze back to the window, her fingers gripping the bag on her lap.
It has to be about the wedding again.
***
That large house never felt like home to her.
As soon as Emma stepped inside, the smell of food filled the air. The dining table was neatly set. Sophia sat gracefully at the head of the table, while her stepsister, Rose, was busy playing on her phone.
“Emma!” Sophia stood up, smiling broadly. “You’re finally home.”
Emma returned a faint smile. “Yes, Mom.”
William, her father, approached and gave her a brief hug. “You look thinner.”
“Work’s been busy, Dad.”
William did care about Emma. But Sophia’s and Rose’s whispers had slowly changed him—until one day he cruelly drove Emma out simply because she refused to give her room to Rose.
“No matter how busy you are, you should take care of your health and make time to gather with family.”
Emma chose to remain silent. Even small concern from William still touched her heart. If Sophia and Rose weren’t around, maybe her family would still be whole and happy.
Her biological mother had died after pregnancy complications she never fully understood. Emma was only ten years old when William brought Sophia and Rose into that house.
They began eating in silence. The clinking of forks and spoons echoed against each other, making the atmosphere even more oppressive.
Sophia was the first to put down her spoon.
“By the way, why didn’t Jonathan come with you?” she asked.
Emma’s body stiffened. “He had work matters, Mom.”
William also set down his cutlery. “Emma, Dad wants to talk seriously.”
Emma already knew what was coming.
“When are you and Jonathan getting married?” William asked bluntly.
Rose smiled faintly, looking at Emma with meaning.
“There’s no definite plan yet, Dad.”
“You’ve been engaged for almost two years,” William said firmly. “How long are you going to keep postponing it?”
“I want to focus on my career first, Dad.”
“Focus on work?” Sophia let out a small laugh. “That’s exactly it, Emma. After you marry Jonathan, you won’t need to work so hard. Everything you need will be taken care of. You’ll just enjoy your husband’s wealth—enough for seven generations.”
Emma clenched her fists under the table.
“What your mother says is right,” William added. “Your life will be secure. Our family business will be secure too.”
So this was the real point.
“Marriage isn’t a business transaction, Dad,” Emma said quietly.
William stared at her sharply. “As a daughter, you must be dutiful, Emma. Our family business depends on the Clayton company.”
Emma’s jaw tightened.
“That’s your concern, not mine. Besides, I haven’t been part of the Swan family for five years.”
Five years ago, she left this house. Lived independently. Worked hard. She never even accepted the allowance her father sent.
“Watch your words, Emma!” Rose snapped. “Everything we’re doing is for your good and for our family.”
“Then what about the allowance your father sent every month?” William asked irritably.
“Calm down, dear. Don’t be too hard on Emma,” Sophia said, holding William’s hand—pretending to soothe him while subtly changing the subject.
Emma knew that money never reached her. Sophia and Rose spent it all. But she stayed silent. One day, all those lies would unravel on their own.
“Just marry Jonathan already, Emma. What’s so hard about it?” Rose said casually.
Emma smiled bitterly. “How can you say this is for my good? You know Jonathan’s habit of fooling around with other women, yet you still force me to marry him.”
“Enough!” William snapped. “I don’t want to hear any more excuses.”
Emma looked straight at her father. “How can you force me to marry a cheating man? This is my life, Dad. I’ve followed all your wishes so far, but this time, don’t sacrifice me again.”
William fell silent for a moment. “As long as Mr. Henry is on your side, you’ll be fine. Besides, all men cheat at some point. It’s just a phase. After marriage, Jonathan will change.”
Those words struck Emma’s chest like a blow.
Sophia quickly intervened. “Your father is just worried about your future, Emma.”
Silence filled the room.
William let out a long breath. “I want the wedding to take place soon. No later than two months.”
Two months.
Emma slowly stood up. “Why does it have to be me? Why not Rose marrying Jonathan instead?”
Rose’s eyes widened instantly.
“Emma!” Sophia stood as well. “Mr. Henry wants you to marry Jonathan. Besides, he already considers you his own granddaughter, doesn’t he?”
“I’m leaving,” Emma cut in. It was pointless. Nothing she said would ever be heard.
“One week ago, someone offered ten billion for the house your mother left behind.”
Emma’s steps halted.
“What do you mean? Are you really going to sell it?” Emma’s voice trembled. “That’s the only thing Mom left me, Dad.”
William stared at her sharply.
“Think carefully about your decision.”
Jonathan yanked Alex away from Emma mid-kiss, grabbing his collar roughly.The movement was fast. Violent. Fueled by emotions he could no longer contain.“You bastard!” he shouted. “How dare you kiss her in front of me?!”Without giving him any space, his fist swung forward.THUD!The sound of the punch echoed through the silent living room. In a matter of seconds, the tension that had been simmering exploded into chaos.Alex’s head snapped slightly to the side. The metallic taste of blood instantly filled his mouth, a thin line forming at the corner of his lips.But—he didn’t fight back.Jonathan struck him again.THUD! THUD!“I’ve been patient long enough!” he roared, his breath ragged, his eyes blazing red with fury. “But you—you’ve crossed the line, Uncle!”Emma, standing not far from them, froze.Her body was still weak. The wounds on her back throbbed with every movement.But what she saw in front of her hurt far more.“Jonathan, stop!” she cried out in panic.She stepped close
Alex appeared at the dining room doorway without a sound.His steps were calm, but his presence alone was enough to shift the air in the room. Emma, who had been eating, immediately froze mid-motion. Her body tensed instinctively.He took a seat directly across from her.His gaze was straight. Flat. Impossible to read.Emma swallowed.“Mr. Alex…” her voice came out hesitant. “Thank you… for helping me yesterday.”Silence.Alex didn’t answer right away.Instead, his gaze shifted—colder, sharper.Emma instantly felt guilty, even though she didn’t know what she had done wrong.“Thank you?” Alex repeated quietly.Emma grew nervous. “I just—”“Enough,” Alex cut in flatly. “I don’t want to hear that again.”The spoon in Emma’s hand slowly lowered.“What exactly am I to you?” Alex continued.Emma fell silent.“I don’t need your thanks, Emma,” he said. “What I need… is for you to stop acting like a stranger.”The words tightened something painfully in her chest.She lowered her gaze.“I’m sor
Pain greeted Emma the moment her consciousness returned.Her back burned. Her arms felt heavy. Even drawing a deep breath felt like her body was resisting.She slowly opened her eyes.The ceiling looked unfamiliar for a few seconds—until memories from last night came crashing back.The lashes.The shouting.And Alex.Emma closed her eyes briefly, holding back the tightness suddenly rising in her chest.With great effort, she pushed herself up from the bed. The blanket covering her body slipped down, revealing the marks that were still clearly visible.“Ah…” she hissed softly as her feet touched the floor.But she forced herself to stand.Slowly.Step by step.Emma opened the bedroom door and walked out. The house felt quiet. There was no sound except the faint ticking of a clock from the living room.“Mr. Alex?” she called softly.No answer.She carefully made her way down the stairs, gripping the wooden railing for support.Each step was agonizing.When she reached the bottom, she pa
The Clayton family’s living room was filled with an unusual tension that night.The crystal chandelier above still glowed warmly, but the atmosphere beneath it felt cold. There was no light conversation. No laughter. Only restrained anger… and the truth slowly rising to the surface.Lucas stood in the center of the room, his face tense. Jonathan stood beside him, his breathing still uneven.Across from them, Henry sat in the main chair.Calm.Too calm.Meanwhile, Alex leaned casually by the window, both hands tucked into his pockets. His face was expressionless, as if he were merely a spectator in a conflict he had actually set into motion.“Grandpa, this has gone too far!” Jonathan’s voice broke the silence. “What Uncle Alex did at the office today is completely unreasonable!”Henry didn’t respond right away.He simply looked at his grandson in silence.Lucas stepped in.“That’s right, Dad,” he said in a controlled tone, though emotion seeped through. “I’ve devoted years to this comp
The main conference room at Altex Group’s headquarters felt different that morning.There was no scheduled agenda. No prior notice.Yet a single command from Alex was enough to bring every board member and division head into the room without question.Every seat was filled.A heavy silence pressed down on the space.Some exchanged glances, trying to guess what was happening. A few whispered quietly. Others stared at the table, uneasy. Some even flipped through their documents again, as if searching for something they might have missed.The conference room doors opened.The sound of firm footsteps echoed.Alex walked in.His black suit was immaculate. His face calm. Expressionless.And somehow, that made everything more suffocating.Without greeting anyone, he walked straight to the head seat at the end of the long table. Edward followed behind, carrying several thick folders.Alex sat down.His gaze swept across the room.“Start.”One word.Short. Cold.No formal opening. No small tal
After helping Emma into the passenger seat, Alex immediately took his place behind the wheel. He shut the door firmly, then turned to the side.His gaze fell on Emma’s face.Her wedding dress was wrinkled. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes were swollen. Her lips were pale. The girl’s shoulders were still trembling from the remnants of her tears.Alex looked at her for a long moment, his eyes filled with meaning.Without saying a word, he reached for the seatbelt and carefully fastened it around her body. But his jaw tightened, as if he were holding back something far greater than anger.Silently, he made a promise to himself.He would never let anyone hurt Emma again.He would never allow anyone to make her cry.As long as he was still here, he would be Emma’s protector.The engine started. The headlights swept across the quiet night road. The car pulled away from the Swan family home in suffocating silence.“Thank you, Mr. Alex…”Emma’s voice was so soft it was nearly swallowed by the si
Emma walked along the road without a destination.Headlights flickered past the corner of her vision. Horns blared back and forth, several cars slowing as they nearly brushed against her body walking too close to the asphalt. But Emma didn’t care. Her feet kept moving, while her mind was empty—as i
That morning, Emma stepped out of her apartment with her shoulders squared, even though her chest felt hollow and heavy. Her resignation letter was neatly tucked inside her bag—a thin sheet of paper she hoped would mark the end of all this chaos.She no longer wanted to owe anything to anyone.Incl
Smack!The slap came without warning.Emma’s head snapped to the side, her body stumbling back a few steps before finally stopping. The sound echoed through the large, cold living room—louder than the steady ticking of the wall clock that had been quietly counting time.Emma didn’t turn right away.
The club lights flickered wildly, reflecting off dark walls and clear glasses lifted endlessly. The music thumped—heavy and loud—as if deliberately drowning out the thoughts of anyone who stepped inside.Emma sat on a barstool, slowly spinning the glass in her hand without really drinking it. Besid







