ログインCity 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.”
After the kiss, the atmosphere turned awkward.Emma was still sitting on Alex’s lap. Her body was stiff, her breathing still uneven. Her fingers clutched the hem of her shirt, trying to calm the frantic pounding of her heart.Meanwhile, Alex remained silent.His gaze never left Emma’s face.Deep.Calm.Yet filled with something difficult to explain.Emma swallowed hard.“Mr. Alex…” her voice came out soft, barely above a whisper.Alex didn’t answer. He simply waited.Emma gathered her courage.“I’m… still curious.”Alex’s brows furrowed slightly.“About what?”Emma hesitated for a moment before speaking quietly.“What exactly is our relationship…?”The sentence trailed off.Emma didn’t continue.She chose silence instead.Alex didn’t respond right away.His hand still rested on Emma’s waist, keeping her in place without force. If anything, there was something about it that felt… comforting.“After everything that happened… I wanted to leave,” Emma continued softly.Alex’s gaze shifted
The front door slammed shut.The sound echoed throughout the house, sending a vibration that seemed to reach Emma’s chest.Alex walked in without sparing a single glance back. His strides were long and fast—as if he was trying to get away before his emotions completely exploded.“Mr. Alex…” Emma called softly.No response.He kept walking toward the living room, passing the sofa and table without truly seeing anything. His face was cold. His jaw tight.Emma swallowed hard. Her chest felt tight.She quickened her pace, following him.“Mr. Alex… wait.”Still no response.Until finally, gathering the last bit of courage she had, Emma reached out and grabbed his wrist.The touch made Alex stop.Emma was slightly out of breath. “Please… sit for a moment.”Alex looked down at her small hand gripping him, then slowly lifted his gaze to her face.Their eyes met.Deep.Tense.But without a word, Alex let himself be pulled. He sat down on the sofa with a slow movement, leaning back, still wrapp
Emma stood beside Alex.Her body was still weak. Her legs trembled slightly, but she forced herself to remain upright. Her hand was still in Alex’s grasp—warm, firm… steadying.But her gaze slowly shifted.Downward.Toward the figure still lying on the floor.Jonathan.He hadn’t moved much. His breathing was heavy, uneven. His chest rose and fell irregularly. His face was bruised, his lips bloodied, his shirt wrinkled beyond shape.The sight made Emma’s chest tighten.Something stirred inside her.A feeling she couldn’t simply ignore.Slowly, she pulled her hand free from Alex’s.Her steps were hesitant.But she still walked closer.“Emma…”Alex’s voice came softly, almost like a warning.But Emma didn’t stop.She knelt beside Jonathan.Her eyes studied his face, filled with complicated emotions.Hatred.Pain.Disappointment.And… a trace of pity.“Jonathan…” she whispered.Jonathan slowly opened his eyes.His vision was blurred, but he could still recognize the figure in front of him
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
Emma’s consciousness returned slowly.Her head felt heavy. Her vision blurred. The faint scent of the room gradually became familiar—aged wood and an overly strong air freshener.She blinked several times.The ceiling… wasn’t unfamiliar.Her body went rigid.This was her room.The bedroom in her fa
Henry fell silent for a long moment after the confession slipped from Emma’s lips. The old man’s face went pale. The hand resting on the armrest trembled slightly. His gaze stayed fixed on Emma—as if hoping she would suddenly laugh and say it was all just a misunderstanding.“You…” Henry’s voice wa
“Let go of me, Mr. Alex!”Emma struggled to pull her arm free from the man’s grip. Her heels nearly slipped against the marble floor of the Clayton residence courtyard. But Alex kept walking without looking back, dragging her toward his car.“Mr. Alex, I said let go!” Emma snapped, trying to hold b
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







