All Chapters of Claiming Emery : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

Emery POV.I left my dressing table, to take my white robe that was placed neatly on my bed “Are you leaving me here alone?” Killian asked pouting “There is something known as bathing Killian, which is what I'm about to do,” I said“Can I join you?” “What? Hell no!! You already showered.”A few minutes later, I came out of the bathroom. I had thought he would have left, but to my surprise, Killian was on my bed making himself comfortable.He was lying on the bed when I stepped out of the bathroom, his shirt was gone. One of his arms was bent behind his head, while the other rested flat across his stomach like he had nothing to hide.I stopped just a step out of the bathroom door.He pushed himself up with his elbow. His stomach muscles tightened from his. Every line of his looked carved, solid. Like he was built to take control and never give it back.But that wasn’t what made my breath catch.It was the ink.My name. Written just over his left chest, where his heart was located. T

Emery POVStanding for so long, my feet ached. I walked to the nearest couch and curled up on it. The macarons were still in view with his small note attached to them. I read over and over again but it made no clear meaning.I didn't know how long I stared at the note, but it was the last thing I saw before I fell into darkness while still on the couch.The next morning, I woke up to the macarons still in the position I had left them, and the maid hadn't come to pick them up. It greeted me with a good morning. A small smile grew on my face, but that could shake off the early morning suffocating air that was as infected with Killian's betrayal. My back ached from sleeping on the couch, and I hadn't slept much, not when Killian's voice haunted my dreams, not when I dreamt all that night of my end alone. Rejected. Back to the gutter. A chill ran down my spine just at the thought of my end. I had woken up that night at several intervals, drained in sweat from nightmares, and Killian wa

But we were already at that point of no turning back. The envelope sat on the bed as if it had been waiting patiently. My heart pounded close to my ear.With every second my hands drew closer to the envelope, I felt the pounding of my heart double. The air within the room went heavy. My palm became sweaty like the air conditioner had gone faulty.I wanted to know what the envelope held, but a part of me didn't. It was always an inciting feeling to gain new information, especially new information that wasn't known by the general public, but I didn't want to open the envelope— not when the information might cost us.Killian knew how the outcome might be, and yet he sat there, just watching. But he wasn't without reactions. I saw how his hands folded into a fist, how he sat upright, and heard his sharky breath. Every second, my hands got closer to the envelope.I slowed my pace from getting closer to the envelope, that maybe… just maybe… maybe he would say something or do something that

Emery POVAfter everything that happened, things became quiet—but not in a comforting way. The silence wasn’t peaceful. It felt like something was pressing down on me, thick and hard to breathe through, like the heavy air before a storm hits.Even though Killian had done everything to protect me—even shutting the whole world up to do it—it didn’t feel like a victory. He had gone so far, shorted companies, destroyed careers, just to keep me safe.But deep down, I knew there would be consequences. Something was going to give. I couldn’t tell exactly what yet, but I felt it—like something between us was stretched and could break at any moment.After the press conference, Killian and I didn't talk much, just a few comments here and there. At every end of our small talk, he would whisper a little ‘you are safe.’ But my safety wasn’t my main concern anymore.It was the truth he had to offer.And every second that passed without knowing, I felt more and more air escape me.That evening, we

Emery POVThe silence that followed her death—and his confusion—wasn’t peaceful.It was hollow.Empty in the way silence often is when it carries too much.It didn’t soothe. It gnawed.It felt like someone had stripped the color from everything, like thUse world had stopped moving but forgot to tell me. And I just stood there, watching it blur past, knowing I couldn’t catch any of it.That morning, I lay on Killian’s bed, my back flat against the mattress, eyes pinned to the ceiling as the soft light crept through the curtains. The sun filtered in gently, casting quiet gold shadows over the floor.I had slept.But my body didn’t feel rested. My soul didn’t either.My chest felt tight, like something heavy was lodged behind my ribs.My throat ached—not from screaming, but from holding too much in. From swallowing tears, words, and pain over and over until it dried out the inside of me.My eyes had stayed swollen all night, even while I slept. Sleep didn’t soothe grief. It just numbed i