Semua Bab Rebirth: Contract Marriage With Ex-fiance's Uncle: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Emma Whitcomb Of all the things Eleanor could ask for, she wants to marry my fiancé? I didn't expect that. My gaze shifted to Daniel… wanting to see his reaction. But he just looked away, as if already considering it. I was still reeling when El stood and walked over to me, “sis, you're not mad at me, are you?” “I don't mean to ask for this, but it's just that… Daniel is a good man. I've really never been lucky with men in the past…” she paused, her eyes glistening with tears. Cunning bitch. “I just wanted to experience what it feels like to be treated well by a man even if it's not real…” “I want to know what it feels like to walk down the aisle… to say the vows… in all, to be married,” I scoffed silently, my stomach twisting with anger. Yeah, I heard that she never had a successful relationship. She wasn't lucky with men. Her last boyfriend almost killed her, but even then, my fiancé is the one she wants to use to redeem her past? Tell me another fucking big joke. “Sis…”

Emma Whitcomb My eyes swept around my room… My suitcase stood beside me, neatly packed. Daniel and El were probably in the church, tying the knot now. Today is their ‘fake’ wedding day. Mom and dad are also there with them. My gaze dropped to my finger. My engagement ring was still sitting on my ring finger, shining beneath the light. I never wanted us to end this way, but Daniel chose this. With a heavy heart, I removed the ring and carefully placed it on the center table. I wasn't entirely stranded. Before mom and dad turned their backs on me, they always gave me allowance, and I've managed to save up some money… Enough to get me and my baby a comfortable life. My fingers tightened on the suitcase, dragging in a deep breath before hauling it out of my room. It hurts leaving the house I've known as my home for fifteen years, but this is my fate. My legs stilled in the living room, eyes locked on the picture frame of El, mom, and dad, sitting there. A scoff tore t

Emma Whitcomb “Let's get married,” Mr. Cole's face drained of colors, and for the next few seconds, he stared dumbfounded. By then, silence had already thickened in the air, that even the sound of a pin drop would be heard at that moment. Then the almost silent whispers came on. ‘What’s going on?’ ‘Why is she standing with Mr. Cole instead of Daniel?’ Mr. Cole finally spoke up, his voice firm, “what are you doing?” Just one stride, and I stood so close to him, our bodies almost touching. I moved my hands to his neck, pulled his face down, and pecked his lips without a warning. He stiffened. Gasps echoed behind me. As I pulled away, my hands still wrapped around his neck, a small smile curled round my lips as I said, “play along,” Then I turned around, my eyes meeting Daniel's face. He stood there, his eyes widened, and face pale, like he'd just seen a ghost. I let my eyes wander to mom and dad. They both stared with disbelief. “Thank you, everyone for coming tonight, b

Emma Whitcomb ‘Be ready by 9am. My assistant is picking you up’ That was the only text Cole sent to me after two weeks… not even a hi. My eyes lingered on the text for a moment, then I clicked on his profile. His account was private, and verified with six hundred thousand followers. Wow! How could people follow him this much when his account is private and he didn't have a single post on here? Just as I was about to exit his profile, something caught my attention. The number of people he was following on I***a. Just one follower. I blinked. “Just one follower? That's weird,” I muttered. Then curiosity kicked in. I suddenly wanted to know who the person was. I hesitated, but clicked on it anyway. ‘This account is private’. Right… I can't view it since his account is set to private. My eyes flicked to the time, and I gasped. Shit! It's past 7am. I need to get ready to meet Cole. I rolled out of my bed, but paused, my eyes sweeping around the room, anger settling in my c

Emma Whitcomb “What part of I'm no longer interested in this engagement do you not understand?” Daniel's face drained of colors, his lips parted, but no words came out. As Daniel stood there speechless, mom stepped forward, “what is wrong with you, Emma? What the hell has come over you?!” I shifted my gaze to her. Her eyes were burning with rage and frustration. “Daniel has been there for you. He's been nice to you, took care of you for years, and this is how you repay him?” Mom snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut my throat. Back then, I would be affected whenever she was sad or frustrated, but seeing that look on her face now… That frustration… It was satisfying. “Emma, don't be ungrateful!” Dad chipped in. “Your daughter will be back in a few weeks. You should wait until then and marry her off to Daniel,” I wanted to say, but I didn't. Without another word, I turned on my heels and headed to my room, but just before I could close the door, Daniel forced his way