Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Grey’s: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Emília l dashed down the hallway, determined to confront Mrs. Grey. Her manipulations had gone on long enough."Emilia?" Mary's concerned voice called out behind me. "Stop! You don't know what you're doing!" But I was beyond reason, my feet carrying me swiftly towards Mrs. Grey's office.I skidded to a halt as I spotted the door with "Mrs. Grey" engraved in bold letters. Without hesitation, I burst into the room. Mary appeared in front of me, trying to intervene."Please, stay out of this," I warned, my voice trembling with emotion.Mrs. Grey's cool voice cut through the tension. "It's alright, Mary. You may go."As Mary left, I approached Mrs. Grey's desk, where she sat calmly examining a document."What do you want, Miss Clark?" she asked, her tone maddeningly nonchalant."Damien is blind!" I blurted out, searching her face for any reaction. There was none."Yes, and?" she replied, her voice devoid of emotion."Why wasn't it in the contract? Don't you think that's something I shoul

Emilia"That's great news, Mom," I said, trying to inject enthusiasm into my voice as I spoke to her over the phone. She was telling me how the money I'd sent over the weekend had paid off some of our debts. It was a relief to hear her sound happy again, even if it was tinged with a hint of desperation."When are you coming home, Mija?" she asked after a pause, her voice softening with longing.I hesitated, my throat tightening. "Soon, Mom," I whispered, hating myself for the lie that followed. "I just have to finish up some work with the Greys first." It wasn't entirely false – I was working, after all, just not in the way she imagined."Okay, be careful," she replied, a note of sadness creeping into her voice. I could picture her face, worry lines etched around her eyes, deepening with each passing day."Bye, Mom," I said finally, ending the call before the guilt could overwhelm me.I'd promised myself I wouldn't cry anymore, but with each passing day, it became increasingly difficu

Emilia"Are you feeling any sort of pain?" Dr. Jones, the Grey family's physician, asked as she examined me. She had stopped by the house this morning at Mrs. Grey's request to check on my well-being.I was reclined in a chair in an unfamiliar room filled with medical equipment. The space could easily be mistaken for a small clinic. I shook my head in response to her question, my eyes wandering around the sterile environment.Dr. Jones nodded, her kind eyes studying me carefully. "What about rest? Are you having any trouble sleeping?" She leaned in, checking my pupils - first the left eye, then the right. After a moment, she pulled away with a slight frown. "You clearly are."She placed her tools back in her bag before taking out a prescription pad. "Let's try temazepam. It will help you relax and sleep much better." Her pen scratched against the paper as she wrote out the prescription. "It should be taken twice daily."I nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and unease. "Okay..."She to

EmiliaDays had passed since that scene between Damien and me. I found myself constantly trying to rationalize what had happened, desperately pinning it on my hormones - a lapse in judgment brought on by the heat of the moment. These were the words I repeated like a mantra, hoping they'd eventually ring true."It was a mistake," I whispered to myself, sitting alone by the ornate fountain in the Grey estate's sprawling gardens. "It was just... comfort. Nothing more."But even as I said the words, a part of me knew they weren't entirely honest. I took advantage of him and the wrongest way possible, I was truly an awful person—-I shook my head vigorously as if the physical act could dislodge the memories. Seeking distraction, I forced myself to focus on my surroundings - the intricate stonework of the fountain, the soothing sound of water cascading down its tiers, the fragrant roses blooming nearby."I knew I would find you here." The voice startled me from my reverie. I turned to see

EmiliaThe grand hall of the Grey mansion was a sight to behold, transformed into a glittering wonderland for the evening's festivities. As I stood at the entrance, I couldn't help but feel a little out of place among the sea of elegant gowns and crisp tuxedos."You look beautiful," Lucas whispered, offering me a reassuring smile as he placed a gentle hand on the small of my back.I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. "Thank you," I replied shyly, smoothing down the front of my borrowed dress. It was far more exquisite than anything I'd ever worn before, and I was terrified of spilling something on it or tearing a seam.The room was filled with beautiful, famous people - the kind you'd expect to see gracing magazine covers or walking red carpets. The women sparkled in their fancy dresses, dripping with diamonds that adorned their wrists, necks, and ears. The men looked dashing in tuxedos that seemed tailored to perfection.Lucas stayed by my side throughout the evening, a constant anchor