All Chapters of Under His Control: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The trip home felt longer than usual.The car moved steadily along the toll road, accompanied by the constant hum of the engine and a light rain that occasionally tapped against the windows. Emma sat in the back seat, her hands clasped together on her lap. Her gaze was fixed outside, following the faint glow of the city lights. But her thoughts drifted far away—too far for her to control.Alex sat in the front passenger seat, staring at the tablet in his hands. His face was flat, focused, as if there were no weight at all from what had happened the night before. No words. No small talk. No sign that anything had ever occurred between them beyond a stiff professional relationship.As if nothing had ever happened.Emma blinked slowly.Her chest felt tight—not from sadness, but from anger. Anger at herself. How could she have been so foolish? How could she have surrendered again, fallen into the arms of a man who hadn’t even looked at her for more than two seconds that morning?Ten billi

Stress finally found its way out.Emma stared at her phone screen for a long moment before pressing the call button. She wasn’t the type of woman who complained easily. Ever since she was little, she had learned to bottle everything up—swallowing pain, hiding tears, then standing back up as if nothing had happened. But tonight was different. Her chest felt unbearably tight. Her head was overcrowded. If she kept staying silent, she was sure she would break.“Jen…” Emma’s voice sounded the moment the call connected. “Come with me to a club tonight.”On the other end, Jenny went quiet for a few seconds.“Emma? Are you serious? You didn’t take the wrong medicine, did you?”“I’m serious,” Emma continued softly. “My treat.”The tone of Emma’s voice made Jenny stop joking. She knew her best friend as a good girl. If Emma was asking to go to a club, something was seriously wrong.“Okay,” Jenny finally said. “I’ll pick you up.”***At ten p.m., neon lights glowed brightly in front of the club.

Emma sat at her desk, her fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. The computer screen displayed rows of numbers and reports she had to organize before noon. Her face looked serious, focused, as if the world around her had faded away.But not for Alex.From behind his own desk, the man couldn’t stop watching her. His gaze lingered longer than it should have. There was something about the way Emma worked—calm, orderly, full of responsibility—that made it hard for him to look away.His thoughts drifted.Bali.The beach.Sunset.And a night he was supposed to forget.Since that night, Emma had never truly left his mind. Even during important meetings, even while signing billion-dollar contracts, the image of that woman kept appearing—silent, yet disruptive.Alex let out a quiet breath.This was ridiculous.All his life, he had been surrounded by beautiful, intelligent, ambitious women. But none of them had ever made him lose focus like this. None had made him want to know more—about t

A week had passed since that night at the club.A full week without a single message, without a single call.At first, Jonathan didn’t see it as a problem. He was too confident that he knew Emma—or at least, he believed he did. All this time, every argument had always ended the same way: Emma gave in, Emma came back, Emma apologized even when she wasn’t the one at fault.He was sure this time would be no different.Emma was just sulking.He just needed time.But day after day went by, and his phone remained silent.No messages from Emma. No calls. Not even a casual greeting.That silence slowly turned into something unsettling.Jonathan began to feel restless. His confidence eroded little by little, replaced by an uneasy feeling that gnawed at his thoughts. His memory drifted back to Emma’s face that night—cold, firm, without tears. A face he had never seen before.And most disturbing of all—Alex.Since Emma started working as his uncle’s secretary, everything had felt different. The

Jonathan slammed his bedroom door the moment he walked in. The loud sound echoed through the hall, but not a single servant dared to come near. This grand house was far too used to his anger—and far too afraid to interfere.He paced back and forth, his fingers raking roughly through his hair. His breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling as he tried to contain emotions he couldn’t fully explain. Images of Emma and Alex kept flashing in his mind like a cruel loop of scenes replaying over and over again.It didn’t make sense.That was what he kept repeating to himself.Emma and Alex—his fiancée and his own uncle. A connection that should have been impossible. Alex was too cold, too closed off, too… dangerous for a woman like Emma. And Emma—he had known her for years. Emma who was always obedient, always giving in, always coming back to him no matter how often he hurt her.But tonight was different.Emma’s eyes were no longer the same. There was no longing. No fear. Only distanc