Lahat ng Kabanata ng My arranged marriage: Emelda and Bryan. : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Bryan's POVI stood at the corner, my mind reeling as I struggled to process what had just happened.Emelda's words still echoed in my ears, her voice ringing with a defiant fire that I had never expected from her, a fire that had left me mouth-tied.I don't know the one that stood out, the hunger as our lips joined or the intensity of her slap when I began to be my usual self.I touched my face again, the heat of her slap still stung on my cheek as I tried to make sense of the situation.I was never one to ever lack words to say but the echo of Emelda’s words coupled with the slap I never saw coming glued my tongue to my teeth.Emelda's words had struck a nerve, had stirred something deep within me that I had long since pushed down, something that I had tried to bury beneath layers of bravado and apathy.I could still picture her face, the hurt and anger in her eyes as she'd turned away from me, her words a condemnation of my actions. I was still lost in my thoughts when my phone ra

Emelda's POVMy heart continued to race as I watched Bryan charge towards Jeffrey and I. What could he be up to this time? It was safe to conclude that Bryan, aside from being arrogant, was also very impulsive in his actions. My body began to tense in fear as he drew closer, his expression hard and unyielding."Go home, Jeffrey," he snapped, his voice like ice as he crossed over to where I was and held onto me firmly. “Ms. Ferdinand and I have unfinished business.” Jeffrey looked between us, his brow furrowed in confusion as he took in the tension in the air.Jeffrey hesitated, his eyes flicking between us before he finally turned away."Well, I'll leave you two to it, then," he said, his voice growing quiet as he turned to leave, his disappointment clear in his tone. I waited patiently till Jeffrey drove before turning to face Bryan. "What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, my voic

Bryan's POVThe scent of the early morning sun wafted through my nose as I laid tired on the bed. I blinked my eyes open and was surprised to find myself alone in the bed, Emelda's side of the mattress empty, the sheets still imprinted with the shape of her body.Reaching for my phone, I checked the time, surprised to see that it was just past seven. I thought I had overslept, yesterday was indeed a handful. She must have woken up early, I thought to myself, feeling a sense of unease as I sat up in bed, my mind racing as I tried to figure out where she would be.As I sat there, the memory of Emelda's crying from the night before became fresh in my mind.I had come in to get my phone, thinking she would be asleep. I came in quietly but my heart shattered when I saw her face all buried in the pillow as she sobbed quietly. “Oh! Bryan, what did you do.” I rhetorically asked, deep ache spreading through

Emelda's POV “Well, well, well," the very familiar voice said, the words dripping with disdain as I turned to see my stepsister Natasha standing there, a smirk on her face as she surveyed the scene before her. “Natasha," I said, my voice cool and detached as I met her gaze, my body tensing as I tried to keep my emotions in check."What are you doing, Cinderella? Shopping for a prince?" She mocked, her hands rolling her brown hair. "Do you have some balls to attend, CinderEmelda?" As she spoke, I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, the old wounds of our relationship reopening as I struggled to find the right words to respond.“Not now, Natasha.” I uttered, taking my gaze off her to focus on the rack of dresses in front of me."You know, Emelda, you've always been nothing but a wannabe," Natasha spat, her voice dripping with contempt as she took a step closer to me, her eyes flashing with malice. "You're just a pathetic

Natasha’s POVAs I flagged down a cab that would take me home, I couldn’t help but still be amazed. What had played before my eyes in the shopping mall still stunned me. “Had it all just been a farce or had Jonathan or whatever his name was just purchased the second and last remaining Crescent Sole designer shoe?” I questioned myself.My gosh! I have always longed to have that designer shoe, but of course I wouldn’t be able to afford it even if I wished. Not with our current financial status. But, how? I gasped for the umpteenth time. “How had Jonathan managed to snag that shoe?”As I tried to wrap my head around it, I recalled a friend telling me that the Crescent sole designer shoe alone was worth almost half a grand, yet that pathetic had bought it on the spot. Was he not supposed to be poor and wretched?“No! Something didn’t add up.” I reiterated to myself.I was s