Emma’s POVI was honestly shocked by the statement. “Except you’re not single, and I just overstepped my boundaries,” he said, laughing in a way that indicated he was embarrassed. It actually took me a minute to understand why he even had to ask that in the first place, then I realized I had left my wedding ring back at my hotel room. I didn’t want to wear it near the water in the fear of losing it, so I took it off as I changed. I looked down at my empty ring finger for a few seconds, deciding whether I wanted to tell this fine man in front of me that I was actually married, even though the marriage wasn’t real. Of course, I couldn’t tell him that part and I didn’t want to chase him away either by being vague and simply saying, ‘I’m married,’ so I just decided against telling him in general. “I’m single,” I smiled. “And I’d love to go out to dinner with you tonight,” I added. “Amazing,” he grinned. “Where are you staying at? I’m over there,” he pointed to the hotel that was righ
Emma’s POV“Emma, open up,” Sammy called out from behind my room door. “Hold on,” I said as I slipped on my bra and then went over to open the door. “You’re getting ready already? So soon?” she asked as we walked into the room together.“It’s 7:04 p.m., Sammy,” I replied to her with a straight face. “What’s so early about that?” I asked. “Sorry, you’re right,” she said, raising her hands in surrender. “I didn’t mean to offend you or anything”. I let out a deep sigh.“You didn’t offend me, Sammy. It’s that boyfriend of yours that’s getting on my nerves. I just don’t get why he has to act that way towards Tony. The poor guy didn’t deserve that. He did nothing wrong”. “You’re right. I get you and trust me; I already spoke to Ryan about his behavior, so be expecting an apology from him soon. However, looking at things from Ryan’s perspective,” she said, then paused.She paused because I shot her a look. “Relax. I’m not saying he was right, but there’s no denying the fact that he onl
Emma’s POV“Wow,” Tony breathes out. “Gorgeous,” he smiled.“Thank you,” I said, blushing.“You’re welcome. These are for you,” he said then brought his hand out from behind him.He had a bouquet of pink roses in his hand and not a small bouquet but a big one. Gosh.This man!“Oh my God. I don’t know what to say,” I said in astonishment as I walked closer to him and took the bouquet out of his hand. “They’re amazing”.I brought them up to my nose and sniffed them. They smelt amazing.“My goodness. They smell even better than they look. How’s that even possible?”“The lady at the flower shop said they were scented. I didn’t know exactly what that meant but I’m glad you like them,” he smiled. “You do like them, right?”“I love them. Trust me. Pink roses are my favorite flowers. How did you know to get these?” I asked.“I don’t know,” he shrugged his shoulders. “When I got to the shop I was just inclined to get these and I’m happy I did”.“Thank you so much. You’re a darling,” I said, hu
Emma’s POV“What do you mean I’m getting married, dad?” I question my dad, tears running down my face fast and hard. I haven’t ugly cried like this in years but right now, I didn’t care how ugly I looked. All I cared to understand was what my dad meant by I was to get married in two months.“I realize how sudden and unexpected this news comes, sweetie, but it’s what needs to be done,” he replies me, taking gentle strides towards me.I step back. Usually I like the comfort of being in my father’s arms, but not today. Maybe not ever again. Not with what he’s saying to me right now. “This is so unfair!” I shriek really loudly as I begin to pace round the living room where my mum, dad and I stood as they broke the news to me.At this point I was livid. I don’t think I’d ever been this angry before in my life, and especially towards my parents, but today I was. I was upset, confused, and especially furious at them.“How could you let this happen, mum?” I stopped pacing and faced my mum wit
Emma’s POVIt was him. Liam Henderson. My soon-to-be husband.He was the one on the other end of the phone call.“Hello, Liam,” I said in a sharp voice to show my distaste for the fact he just called me ‘love’. Usually, I like pet names. But him calling me ‘love’ in this instance irritated me to my core.“What do you want?” I asked. At this point, my parents had stepped out of the living room to give me some privacy to talk to him.“Is that any way to talk to your future husband, Emma?” He asked with such a deep, dominant voice that made my body tingle for a second.“Anyway,” he continued without giving me a chance to answer his question. “I want you to come to my office tomorrow. We have things to discuss concerning this marriage.”I was shocked. I was taken aback.There was no way he just spoke to me like that. Who does this man think he is?“I have things to do tomorrow. I can’t make it,” I replied sassily, making sure he was able to sense the attitude I was trying to pass across.
Liam’s POVIt’s been a few weeks since my dad mentioned that I had to get married to Emma Livingston.I was honestly fine with the idea of getting married, it’s not like it was going to stop me from doing the things I do on a regular. I just had to be more careful.What I didn’t understand was why my father thought it necessary to use this marriage as a debt collection method. It was crazy.“Dad, this marriage is unnecessary. He owes us money. He should pay,” I said to my father with my arms folded across my chest, sitting across from him in his home office.“We don’t need that money. You, on the other hand, need a wife. You’re beginning to attract a lot of public attention and it’s not positive. You know this and it needs to be fixed. I won’t allow your terrible public image to become an actual threat to this business,” he says pointedly.One thing about my father is that he’s always going to look out for the company first. It’s how he’s always been. He grew up poor and struggled to
Emma’s POVThe words sounded so venomous to me. Like they were filled with hate and spite.Is this man okay? I thought to myself, trying to comprehend why he was having such an attitude with me. We’ve never spoken before for Christ’s sake. So why on earth was he talking to me like we were fighting? Like I was a slave and he’s my master.There wasn’t anything that didn’t go through my head for the next couple of seconds as I tried to gather words to explain why I was late.Yes, I acknowledged the fact that I was late. But he should have acknowledged and appreciated the fact that I showed up.“Sit down,” he gestures towards the chair I was sitting on before for me to take a seat again.He walks past me to take a seat opposite me and watches me as I sit down. I don’t look at him, but I feel his eyes on me, watching my every move.“Hello, Liam,” I say to him, finally meeting his eyes. Of course, his gaze was already fixated on me.“Hello, Emma. You look lovely today,” he replied to me wit
Emma’s POVOne month down, one more month to go.It's a month until my arranged wedding, and I’m anything but calm.Considering Liam’s parents are doing this for the public eye, a lot has been going on concerning the preparations. According to his father, ‘nothing must go wrong’.Honestly, I’m surprised his parents are involving me in the planning at all. Considering the circumstances surrounding this wedding, I thought I was just expected to show up to the venue in my white dress and repeat ‘I do’ after the priest then move into Liam’s place.To be fair, it’s Liam’s mum that has been carrying me along in everything. She’s a sweet person and, for some reason, she treats me like her own daughter. I guess it’s because she doesn’t have a daughter of her own.Her face literally lights up when discussing the wedding plans with me, and it does make me smile, even though I’m not in the least bit excited about getting married to her son.It’s been three weeks since Liam last spoke to me. Every