บททั้งหมดของ Claiming Emery : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Emery's POVThey tossed me into the van just as they would have tossed a bag of grain. No care. My body, my fragile body clashed into the mental structure of the van. I felt a sharp piercing at the back of my neck making me look conscious. As my eyes lost their light, the last thing I saw was Julian' face, staring back at me, his face composed. Calm as if he hadn't done any grave harm on me like he had done nothing and everything was fine. Oh, my,I had been warned, Killian had told me not to trust his calm face but then I didn't listen. I didn't know how long my eyes had lost their light, but when I regained consciousness, all I knew was that I was moving. At first I wasn't able to recognize what it was that was moving but my memory gave me a flashback of how I was abducted by JulianMy vision was still blur and the world began to return in fragment like broken glasses trying to make itself wholemy senses returned, I felt everything in heightened mode. The cold sting from the

Killian’s POVThe shield I had created to cover her from the world, the cruel one I live in, from the threat of my enemies. that shield had begun to crack.I could feel it. It wasn't noticeable at first, but the cracks had begun to make itself more visibleAnd now?Now, it felt like everything was shattering.I don't know how long it will hold.I didn't even know if it even exists anymore.She had left the club room… she said needed space.And for once, I let her go.Not because I wanted to… but because she looked like she would suffocate if I didn’t.So I watched her walk away.Watched her as her spine stiffenHer bright eyes glistenedHer voice trembled with things yet unsaidEach step she took snapped something between us.And still I stayed glued to the floor.She would come back, she is just angry from not knowing the truth, she is confused, she doesn't know who to believe… yetThat was what I toldDubai hadn't done anythingIt couldn't and it wouldn't“Dubai can't crack the foun

Emery’s POVI wasn't asleep.I closed my eyes when I noticed Killian sleeping was fading off. Observing him, I knew he was waking up. His breathing had gotten softer and that was always my cue to close my eyes shut. He didn't leave immediately and I was tempted to open my eyes, but I had to wait, I had to see what he would do. And I felt it, I felt his hand brush the strands of my hair, which had fallen to my face.His touch was so soft that I almost leaned in but I had to restrain myself “Everything I do, I do for you and only you” he whispered softlyI had never heard his voice that soft.The pressure on the other side of the bed had lessened. He had gotten up.I took a quick peek at his movement, and I caught him staring at the black Journal, the one that held the secrets of Gina's deathsI couldn't face him.Not yet. I had accepted to stay, but I hadn't come to terms with his ways. I watched him walk out of the room. A call came in.Immediately, he left. I jumped out of the b

Emery’s POVThe next moment, all I saw was his hands reaching out and cupping my face, then his face slowly got closer to mine and he tucked my hair behind my ears at the same time. I saw him get closer and closer, and my heart was pounding so hard that I feared it would leap out of my chest. I held my breath subconsciously and closed my eyes, all my thoughts were focused on the kiss.And I just knew that this was the moment that would set everything right. I waited for seconds and the moment finally came. I felt his soft lips pressed mine. The kiss was soft and undemanding. The more I felt his lips on mine, the more my legs got weaker, and the world ceased to exist.We had kissed more than a million times, but were always rough, planned, messy, demanding, and hard. It was always Killian's tactic to shut me up, and I never realized that his lips were that soft, and I had forgotten all about the gunfire incident.And I kissed him back. I didn't want to misunderstand him anymore. He di

Emery’s POVI had gone to see her again, my mother. She was still placed in that same room with the same smell. There wasn't much to talk about because nothing had changed.The lights above were too bright, the walls still felt lifeless with those shades of cream. The air around felt cold, just like the kind that would make your skin sting after sitting still for too long. The room was quiet and only the steady beeping of different machines connected to her, produced a soft hum that filled the silence like background noise no one had invited. The heart monitor blinked with a soft rhythm, slow but steady.My mother lay there, exactly as I had seen her.Her skin looked thinner that I could almost see through them. Her hands were pale and fragile that when I held one in mine, it felt like I was holding a delicate glass. I was afraid that if I gripped too tight, she might break.I kept watching her chest rise and fall beneath the blanket and it wasn’t enough to ease the worry in my chest,