Emma's POV It had been one month since my engagement with the handsome Ethan Hollen. His former fiancee, Sharon, had left his mansion and his life completely. I was finally at peace with the world around me. Ethan had already begun to spoil me rotten, shopping for clothes, shoes, jewelries and other accessories, taking me to fancy restaurants for dinner dates, and spending all of his free time with me.  I was so grateful to him for changing my life for the better. He was such an incredible human being. Never in my life had I thought I would actually get the chance of becoming so happy.You'll never amount to anything!" my foster mother screamed in my face and pushed me into my tiny, cold, dark room.I was ten. I was doing the chores of washing the dishes after dinner and accidentally broke a cup.She punched me in the back and yelled at me. She said that I was and always would be an outcast and that was w

Ethan's POV I had been calling Emma for hours and kept reaching her voicemail, and Halley's too. When I got back they would be grilled. I also wanted to know what the results of the pregnancy test. Would I be a dad or would I have to make a better effort?I couldn't concentrate on the meeting being held in front of me; I kept thinking about Emma. "Sir, does that mean that the demands have been met?" Linda shooed my floating thoughts away. I raked my fingers through my hair and heaved a sigh. Linda looked at me. "Sir, are you alright?" she asked with a small smile to show she wasn't making a scene. "I'm fine," I answered and flipped through the proposals in front of me. I headed back to my hotel room, after the meeting, and called Emma again but got the same results. Voicemail. I called Halley and I got her voicemail too. Where were they and what were they doing? Something was wrong. Emma wouldn't ignore my

Ethan's POV I arrived home in the early hours the next morning. The plane ride took eight long hours because of a terrible weather pattern and a lot of turbulence. As I drove up to the mansion, every one of my household employees were lined up in front of the main entrance.I got out of the car with rage and anger. "Where's Emma?" I yelled, daring anyone to answer my question without knowledge.Their eyes only glanced at me. I was furious. I needed answers and all they could provide was eye contact. My eyes landed on Halley. "Halley, where's Emma?" I asked again, controlling my anger."Sir, all I know is that she was in the room and then Sharon and your mom came after her.""Where were you when they left with her?""They didn't leave with her. They had someone take her somewhere.""Where were you?!"She began to cry. "I was locked in the chambers." I pushed past everyone and headed inside and upstairs to m

Emma's POV It'd been two weeks since I'd gotten back home and recovered, but I was reliving a nightmare. I kept envisioning Sharon and Mrs. Hollen inside the room with me whenever I tried to sleep. Their images were plastered in my head and their words still replayed. The swamp was another nightmare, too. How close I came to my death and the struggle and pain I endured trying to get out of it. Now, I was no longer pregnant with Ethan's baby, and that just did a number on me. I was traumatized, and had been since the doctors told me the news when I awoke. My body had rejected the baby due to stress and the banging my body had taken at the hands of Mrs. Hollen and Sharon in the house, and in the van on my way to the swamp. They removed the fetus from inside me immediately so it wouldn't caused an infection. I couldn't wrapped my mind around the fact that the baby wasn't inside me anymore, and I had to get through it by myself. Ethan coul

Ethan's POV I had a shitty day at the office. My company was always in the New York City big business race. Nonetheless, I always managed to stay ahead and on top of the game. I was that damn good. But for a business like mine to flourish and live on from generation to generation, I would have to expand internationally and gain other shareholders and partners. And I was informed that the deal we were hoping to land for months, which would help us to gain more shareholders globally, had been revoked. I could only get it on one condition, and that was if I had a child or was on the verge of becoming a father. I was a silver-spoon kid with a lot handed to me, but in business my grandmother assisted a lot to help me build my own empire, especially financially, and she always was great with advice. I looked up to her more than anyone else. She had given me a trust—several, in fact— but the last one, the one I needed to grow my business, came with a catch. I had to