Singapore. Woodlands. “The doctor said that you'll have to use a wheelchair for now until your wounds are fully healed, then when you return home, you can walk on your own,” Emma said, explaining why the nurse brought a wheelchair for him. “Alright,” Liam responded, and he was helped by the nurse. He sat in the wheelchair and was pushed to the bathroom. Once he was done in there, he sat back in the wheelchair and rolled it outside by himself. He was assisted back on the bed, still connected to the drip that was passing some drugs into his system. “Do you feel any pain?” the nurse asked. “Not any that I haven't been feeling since the anesthesia wore off. But I'm fine; there's nothing to worry about.” Liam replied. The nurse nodded and exited the room. Liam looked at Emma and noticed that she had spaced out. He snapped his fingers close to her face and she flinched. “You startled
Liam was in his room, putting his things one after the other into his suitcase. He didn't bring many clothes because he wasn't supposed to spend so long in Singapore. He and Emma were preparing to leave because nothing was keeping them back in Singapore. They had no business deal to attain, and Liam had fully recovered. It was time to go. Once Liam was done gathering his things into his suitcase, he zipped it up and took his jacket from the bed. He wore it and grabbed his phone next. As he took the suitcase from the bed to the floor, his phone rang. He checked the caller, and it turned out to be one of those investors whom he abandoned. With a frown on his face, he declined the call and headed out of the room. As he was three steps away from the door, the person called again, and he decided to block his number but on second thought, he answered the call.'What do you want?' He asked straightforwardly, not hiding the displeasure i
The triplets were in their classes, drawing on their sketchbooks. They were given the task of drawing their family. All the kids were busy, especially Emerald who was drawing with all seriousness, it seemed like she loved drawing. Her teacher noticed her concentration; she wasn't talking like other kids or turning left and right to check what her classmates were doing. This made the teacher walk to her and check her drawing.“Wow, your drawing is beautiful, especially that of your mom. I'm amazed.” the teacher said, maintaining a smile on her lips. “Really? You think it's good?” Emerald looked up at her teacher with a dazzling smile on her lips. “Yes, it's good. You're just five, and I expected you to draw something more childish, but this is a nice try.” The teacher complimented her. “Keep it up!” Emerald squealed, feeling excited about her teacher's praises. She glanced at her brothers. Alden
Emma gripped his hand, trying to push him away, but to her dismay, he quickly climbed on her, grabbed her hands, and pinned them above her head.Her legs were trapped, her hands were held, and her struggle slowly ended. The drug was taking its effect as it waffled more and more into her nostrils. She tried wriggling her hands from his grip, but it was impossible. She drifted off to sleep and her eyes closed. Alex saw this and smirked. He removed the handkerchief from her face and kept it back in his pocket, he released her hands and came off her. As he lowered himself, to carry her into his arms. He received an instant headbutt, then a hard push to the floor. It was so unexpected. Emma snorted and gave her nostrils a quick wipe. Hastily, she climbed off the bed and tried running off, but Alex put forth his foot, causing her to trip. “Ah!” Emma moaned in pain. Her heart was pounding in fear as her body hit the floor. She tried standing up, but a pair of hands grabbed her ankle and
Emma was stunned by his request, but she thought he was joking and wanted to lighten up her mood, so she laughed about it. “Roland, seriously, there are other jokes out there. Is that the best you could come up with?” She chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. Roland was quite upset that she thought he could joke about something like that. “I'm not joking, I want you to marry me,” Roland said more seriously. This was the best moment to tell her about his feelings, but she might think he's crazy and reject his proposal. Emma shifted uncomfortably and stared at him intently. “Why would I want to marry you? Roland, you're my best friend and I never thought you could think this way. How is a marriage proposal going to solve the constant attacks from Alex?” “Emma, he was able to take out two trained bodyguards, and that frightened me,” Roland explained. “But he couldn't take me down. I was able to put up a good fight
Roland was so happy that she agreed. This was the opportunity that he had been seeking for so long. He would use the pretext of the marriage to get much closer to her. He would treat her like the queen that she was and take advantage of being her husband to do things that he wouldn't dare do as her friend. His heart swelled in his chest and his face was filled with excitement. He couldn't hold back the smile of delight that appeared on his lips. “What changed your mind?” Roland asked but scolded himself after asking that kind of question. He didn't want her to become doubtful again. Emma lowered her gaze and replied. “Because I trust you and I think that you know the best way to protect me. I've tried to protect myself and my kids from Alex, but I've failed. So, all I can do now is depend on you.” Roland smiled and walked closer to her. His hands gripped her arms, and he pulled her to himself, hugging her tightly. “I'm glad that you accepted,” Roland said, his heart fluttering.
Roland was driving Emma to work. When they were at home, he tried convincing her to rest or call her boss, but she refused. He said nothing further and took her straight to work. Finally, he reached the company and halted his car. “We're here.” Roland smiled at her. “Oh, thank you.” Emma sighed, touching the bruised side of her lips. “Does it still hurt?” He asked worriedly.“Just a little.” She replied and pursed her lips for some seconds. “I didn't want to say anything about this, but why don't you change your account status to married? I mean your social media accounts. He might buy a sim and try searching for your name online.” Roland suggested. Emma thought about it for a while, then agreed.”Okay.” Roland smiled and brought out something from his glove box. Emma's eyes widened when she saw two rings, she wondered where got them or how long he had them. Her eyes held so many questions t
The hours of work had ended, and Emma didn't see Liam after that time in his office. She didn't dare meet him, either. There was this pang of guilt in her heart that she couldn't shake off. She couldn't comprehend why it felt like she was betraying him. “Emma, what's wrong?” Roland asked as he glanced at her. There was this sad expression on her face which he never liked. “I'm fine.” Emma lied and sighed softly. “It doesn't look to me like you're fine. Tell me what's bothering you, did Alex do anything or did he try communicating with you?” Roland asked but received a negative response from her. “Then, what's the problem?” Roland asked. “Tell me.”“Roland, when I say I don't want to talk about something, or I give you a weird response, then please leave me alone. I'm not obligated to tell you anything!” She snapped at him and turned her face away. Her words made Roland feel unwanted, she had never reacted like that before. “ I'm sorry for being too nosy and caring about somethi