All Chapters of Craving The Playboy's Touch : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emma’s POV “Now this is perfect!” Olivia said, her hand covering her mouth in pure admiration. I stared at myself in the mirror, looking at the red corset dress I was putting on. Olivia had picked it out during our shopping spree earlier, but I wasn't convinced. It clung to every curve of my body, leaving very little to the imagination. I would have felt much better if it had long sleeves or, at the very least, a bit more breathing room. “Liv, I don’t see the perfection,” I muttered, tugging at the hem. “I just see an outfit screaming, ‘Hi, I’m here to seduce Trevor Hayes.’ The blue dress would have been much better.” I eyed the blue dress Olivia had snatched out of my hand earlier; it was currently sprawled across the bed. It was the same dress I’d worn to prom with Trevor years ago. It still looked brand new, and since I hadn’t gained much weight, it still fit. Trevor had looked at me like I was the only girl in the world when I wore that dress. He couldn't take his eyes off me

Emma’s POV “I’m going to need a medic. Emma, I am literally losing my ability to breathe right now. Who is this diva?” Olivia’s voice drifted from behind me, thick with shock and admiration. I couldn’t look away from the mirror. My eyes were glued to it, because…the person staring right back at me... she didn't look like me. She looked…so different. Like a version of myself I was never meant to meet. She looked prettier and so breathtaking. I ran my hand down the fabric of the dress I had on. It was a floor-length, deep red satin that clung to my curves like a second skin, complete with a thigh-high slit. My hair, styled in soft, glossy curls, fell over one shoulder, framing a face I barely recognized without my glasses. Olivia really did a great thing with my make up. It was flawless, not too much and not too little. Just enough to make me look like I’m not trying too hard. “’Looks like someone is keeping secrets now,” Olivia muttered as she paced a restless line behind me, h

TREVORAllysia stood across from me on the dais, looking so gorgeous in a wedding dress that made so many guests gasp the moment she walked in. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful bride I had ever seen. Earlier, I had scanned the room and found no sign of Emma. It was a massive relief. I figured she had decided to stay away to save herself the heartbreak. She probably couldn't handle the speeches, the cake cutting, or the sight of me dancing with my new wife and kissing her. I didn’t want her to see those things either; it would only pierce her heart even more.We were in the middle of our vows and the room was so quiet you could hear the camera shutters clicking from the photographers in the back. I was just about to start the final part of my vows to Allysia when the energy in the room shifted.A ripple of murmurs started from the back and spread through the guests who were turning their heads away from us, whispering and pointing toward the entrance. I frowned, wondering w

EmmaMy palm landed hard on Allysia’s cheek before I could stop myself. I was ready to endure whatever insults she threw at me, except bringing my sister and my mother into this. The thought of my mum brought a bitter taste to my mouth, a mix of grief and anger.“Take my family out of your dirty, stinky mouth!” I warned, my voice steady and sharp.Allysia’s head was snapped to the side from the force of the slap, her hand flying up instantly to cradle her face. For a second, the only sound in the hallway was her ragged, shocked breathing.Then, everything happened at once. Trevor rushed forward, his face contorted with a rage I had never seen during our years together. He didn't just step in; he lunged, his hands slamming into my shoulders before pushing me hard. I stumbled backward and hit the floor with a bone-jarring thud. The impact sent a shockwave up my spine, and the air rushed out of my lungs in a sharp gasp.“What is wrong with you?!” Trevor bellowed, stepping over to stand p

Emma “I said let me down, Adrian!” As soon as we hit the evening chill outside, everything came rushing back in a wave. The humiliation, the insults, and every other terrible thing Allysia and Trevor had done to me in there. The adrenaline that had fueled my slap was fading fast, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache in my elbows and a crushing weight in my chest. Adrian didn’t stop walking. His grip only tightened around my waist, his chest feeling solid and warm against my side. “Stop throwing a tantrum, Em. You’re shaking. Just let me get you to the car and we can talk about whatever this is.” “I don’t want you to get me anywhere! Just put me down!” I snapped, shoving my hands against his hard shoulders to loosen his grip. “Put. Me. Down.” I repeated, my voice rising. He finally stopped in the middle of the parking lot. The muffled sound of the wedding music was still thumping in the distance, a painful reminder of the mess we left behind. He looked down at me, his brow