Emma Coleman "Nana?" I called out when I recognized the figure standing at the entryway. "Brandon brought this to my room tonight. He wants me to give it to you after he leaves, but I think you need to see it and thank him or discuss it with him before he leaves," Marbella, my grandmother, said with a teary tone as she walked slowly towards my bed. She dropped the mysterious box on my bed, wiped her tears with the back of her palm, turned, and left the room. Her reaction made me hesitate to open the box. I had cried enough already, and I did not want anything that would make me shed more tears. As I continued staring at the box Marbella placed on my bed wondering what was inside that made Marbella shed tears, I heard a loud kick on my door, and it swung open violently, hitting the wall with a loud noise. My heart skipped a beat. "You shameless bîtch!" a woman's voice pierced the silence. Rachel stood in the middle of the room, her arms folded across her chest, her legs trem

Silence enveloped the car. The soft purr of the engine and my heart that continued pounding in my chest were the only sound within my car. Brandon squeezed my palm again before talking."Jewel, come let's eat together like old times," Brandon murmured."No," I shook my head. My eyes filled with unshed tears as I stared out through the window, controlling the urge to throw myself on Brandon's broad chest, bask in the warmth of his embrace and beg him to take me with him as I couldn't stand the cold reality of his departure this time. The eerie silence in the car and the powerful androsterone emanating from Brandon made me desire him more than ever."Bran… please, go. Rachel is waiting for you," I murmured. But no words came from Brandon. He continued to gently squeeze my palm. I turned my head to look at him and was taken aback by the expression in his eyes. Beyond Brandon's stoic facade was unspoken pain, alive and glowing in his eyes as he stared at me. Our eyes locked and I studie

Growing up as a child in Malmö during those days, Brandon truly made my childhood memorable. Little did I know that there would come a point in my life where nothing would bring me joy anymore. The most painful part was that I couldn't see any hope of finding happiness or being with Brandon. Even if I managed to overcome the two main obstacles - my father and Rachel, I wondered how I could conquer Kaiden, the most dangerous and ruthless man in all of Sweden, to whom I was pledged at the tender age of twelve. Throughout the day, Willow, my loyal Irish wolfhound, and I sat in the garden. My heart was heavy with sadness, and I didn't know how to reach Brandon and find out what had happened. Willow kept trying to cheer me up, but all her efforts proved futile. I took a paper out of my bag and began drafting a note. "Something happened at Zenith Incorporation Towers today. Please find out what it is. Also, check if Brandon has arrived safely home and send me a message through Willow,

Denzel stood a few feet away from me, wearing an innocent smile. He was madly in love with me, although I had never reciprocated those feelings. I had also kept my own secret crush on his boss hidden, leaving Denzel hopeful that one day I would succumb to his advances. Little did he know, that day would never come. As far as I was concerned, Denzel would always be a fool at forty."Hey there, baby boss," Denzel greeted me, eyeing the short gown I was wearing. His gaze slowly traveled upwards, finding its lingering place on my slightly exposed breasts."Hi, Denzel," I forced a smile, trying my best to hide my unhappiness. Denzel quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to his chest."Emma, I must say, you're so irresistibly ripped now. I can't wait for the day when I will harvest you and have you all to myself," Denzel whispered seductively into my ear. I bit my lip, patted his shoulder, and gently pushed him away."Thanks for the compliment, Denzel," I replied coyly, giving him a

After some minutes, my heart stopped racing and I suddenly realized we weren't supposed to enter there, and Denzel took off so they wouldn't suspect he set up the meeting."Jumping…"Vera!" I muttered under my breath, trying to stop her from unleashing her usual bewildered scream."I'm sorry," Vera whimpered and quickly clamped her palm over her mouth, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her. At nineteen years old, Vera and I were still virgins, so this was probably Vera's first time witnessing this kind of craziness."Vera, where's the phone?" I whispered urgently. Calmly, she handed me the cook's phone she borrowed. While Vera continued peering into the room, I knew what I had to do."Listen, Vera, I gotta record this shit. Denzel wouldn't have sent me here if it wasn't important," I explained, my voice low and full of urgency. Vera quickly set up the camera, discreetly planting it by the window to capture all the action. We both sat on the sofa in the open space, tr