All Chapters of HER EMERGENCY GROOM : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Angela...I was going to pull the conference off on my own but he had came to knock my door that night and begged for a five minutes talk."He is always saying let's talk! Could he be a turkey that is talkie freak?" My second grunts.I open the door and he nod with a "thanks.""I know I've let you down but still,""You didn't disappoint me, for your information," I corrected and he nods with a long sigh."I know you want to go to the conference alone but can you take me? I'll just stay by your side without saying a word..""I didn't know you had the bodyguard trait in you, I thought you were into business?"I strained my eyes at him."Angela, please can you stop interrupting?" He says with an open palm as if begging for alms."I do have an information I am willing to share only if you agree to take me?"I stare at him for some minutes before saying with a void face."No,""You..you need me. You haven't spoken at a conference before, have you?"He made a point. "Fine. You absolutely c

Janice. . Tears fill my eyes from watching Angela's press conference online. I was standing by the roadside after going to grab a coffee across the office, waiting for the light to turn red before crossing. I'm glad she is finally getting out of her shells but couldn't wait to meet her and ask for the address of that scumbag of a step brother! But why didn't she revealed why he decided to do such? "Wait, wasn't her mother forcing her to get married? Oh, that darn woman definitely knew it all along! She sent her son to marry her so he could be in control of her shares maybe? Oh what a family!" I gritted out. I pocket my phone, deciding to get to the office first before giving her a call so we could fix a time to meet today. The light turned red and I step on the road, looking sideways on pure instincts when my eyes detects a car charging forward at high speed. My mouth opened and a scream tore my lips. The caddy box in my hand hit the ground and i jumped back, merely escapin

Angela.."Here comes the one who set the world ablaze yesterday and still manage to have such...a calm face," Vanessa mouthed when I entered the kitchen."I doubt if that would be enough to burn everything tho." I sigh."You look like you could devour a whole building, I'm making salmon and chicken wings, would be ready in four." She clicks her tongue.I move to the fridge and take out a loaf of bread."I'll be dead by then," I mumble before going to sit on the stool."You seem not to like them juices.." she pointed out.I nod, "they aren't good for my health." I stuff a slice of bread in my mouth."But alcohol is good for it?" She lowers her voice."Shhshhhittt..." I look around, afraid that someone would hear her."I..I don't drink alcohol, why would I?" I scratch my neck—anxious, swallowing the bread in my mouth."You once asked for it, have you forgotten? That night?" My lash

MIGUEL...In the ride to drop her off at the office, I kept stealing glances at her but she wouldn't even look at me for once.This is all Rachael's faults, if she hasn't released such ridiculous post, we...I heave out a sigh when I see i was just blame dumping. Her phone dings in her hand, and i see her peep at it but ignore the message.I open my mouth to ask why, but the car pulled to an halt."Thanks for the ride, Pierre," she uttered perfunctorily."Always here for you, Mrs Winslow," Pierre replied and I shot him a glare."And, you have a good meal at dinner," the corner of her lips lift in a sneer before she alights from the car.The tyres squealed as Pierre moves immediately and I grit my teeth at him."Was I supposed to drive the car inside the company, boss?""What do you mean by you're always here for her?" I question instead."...as her husband's worker, i should

I step out of the company, my phone held in place on my left ear by my right hand as I use the other to rummage through my bag looking for my card or any cash to take a cab."Good evening, ma'am." A voice slid into my ears like a wisp of air and I look up to see the driver I had turned down."What are you doing here?" The words roll out of my mouth slowly."I got the address from Mr Winslow, he said I should come pick you up," he replied.I nod and got inside the car: that help which I had forsaken, now came in handy.In no time, we were home, with me having left thirty-three calls for uncle.God damn it, why isn't he picking up?I rush down from the car to walk inside the house—I heard the door at the driver's side open and he rushed out in awareness of the disaster that was just about to play out.I didn't know what I was doing until headlights from cars shone in my eyes, almost sending me blind— series of hon