Emma chuckled, glancing from Lucas to the woman sitting on the couch. The silence from both of them was deafening, and her laugh tapered off into an uneasy smile."You're joking, right?" Emma's smile faded, replaced by a frown as she searched their faces for a hint of humor.The woman shook her head, her expression grave. "I'm not joking."Emma's fingers flew to her forehead, massaging her temples as if she could knead away the absurdity of the situation. Her eyes narrowed, and her breathing became shallow and rapid."Is this why you brought this crazy lady here?" She spun to face Lucas, her eyes blazing with a mix of confusion and anger. "What are you trying to do, Lucas?" Her voice rose, her frustration boiling over. "What are you trying to do!"She lunged at him, her open palms striking his arm in a flurry of hits. "Mr. Mario has been nothing but good to me," she cried, her voice cracking. "Why are you doing this?" Her hits grew weaker as she broke down, sobbing into her hands.Luc
"You're not the mother of Dexter's child," Lucas scoffed, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Davina."Too bad I am," she retorted, her voice trembling. "You ruined my relationship. He was always talking about you, always looking up to you. I got jealous. I hated it. He wasn't giving me the attention!" Her voice rose to a scream, tears streaming down her face.Lucas could see the anguish etched on her features, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked like a woman on the edge, every word dripping with years of pent-up resentment. "I got pregnant out of desperation, hoping he would just want me more, but it was the biggest mistake I ever made," she continued, her voice breaking. "I slept with someone else because I was so mad at him. He found out and left me. It's all your fault!" She shook her head, slowly sinking into the sofa, her head in her hands. Her shoulders heaved with each sob, the weight of her regret pressing her down.Lucas stood, his mind reeling from her confession
"**Mario Rodriguez, founder of the Tirany cartel, father of one of the most powerful hitwoman in New York and Italy**," the first line of the document read, and Emma's heart plummeted.Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through the file, each line a revelation. Mario’s involvement in money laundering, drug trafficking, girls trafficking, and a myriad of other crimes painted a horrifying picture. Yet, despite the details of his illegal empire, there was no mention of her. Emma's mind raced.Could Lucas have been mistaken about Mario's intentions? Was he wrong about the threat to her family, or was Mr Mario simply more cunning than they she realized?She couldn't bear to think of the extent of Ethan’s crimes, the countless lives destroyed. But the most pressing question gnawed at her: who had sent this file, and why now?Emma let out a shaky breath, tossing the blanket aside and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. The cool floor sent a shiver up her spine as she stood. She beg
The steady beep of the unresponsive line gnawed at Emma's patience as she dialed the number again and again. She bit her lip, frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior.With a heavy sigh, she tossed the phone onto the bed and rose to her feet. Shedding her clothes, Emma walked into the bathroom, each step heavy with the weight of her thoughts.As the water streamed over her, she closed her eyes, letting her mind drift. She let out a loud sigh, the sound echoing off the bathroom and rubbed her temples, trying to make sense of everything that was going on.Finished with her shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and padded back to her room. She dressed in a simple T-shirt and shorts. Stepping into the living area, she noticed Davina still seated on the couch, her face a mask of indifference. Emma’s lips curled in a disdainful scoff as she glanced at the clock; it was a little past 4 PM.Ignoring Davina, Emma walked to the kitchen, her footsteps echoing softly on the hardwood floor
Emma blinked once, twice, willing the mark on Davina's arm to disappear. It stubbornly remained. She squared her shoulders, hands planted firmly on her hips as realization dawned on her, her gaze piercing through Davina. "What are you doing here? Why are you here?" Her voice was sharp, demanding an answer.Davina sat up slowly, confusion etched on her face as she tried to meet Emma's intense stare. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her shirt, a telltale sign of her unease. "I don't understand what you're talking about," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She shuffled back, trying to put some distance between herself and Emma's accusing presence.Emma's eyes narrowed. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," she said, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "That's why I'm asking you, nicely, why you're here.""I'm waiting for Lucas?" Davina said questioningly and Emma scoffed."It makes a lot of sense now. Daddy's perfect pet, doing his dirty work for him, isn't it?"
Emma Callum found herself in her expansive bedroom, fully aware that the time had come for her most significant era. It was a moment she had always dreaded, as it held the power to mold her future and dreams of a future with her fiancée seemingly crumbling before her eyes. Never in her twenty-five years on earth had she faced this intense fear and trepidation. The sense of unease while awaiting the final outcome of Trevor Maddox decision caused her heart to race, her blood to run cold as she locked eyes with her partner of five years.From the instant, she laid eyes on Trevor half a decade ago at a dinner party, Emma had plunged headlong into love. What made it extraordinary was that the affection was mutual from the onset. It seemed like destiny had orchestrated their fateful encounter, both experiencing love at first sight. A love she thought they had both nature and cherish together and ready to fight for.As the saying goes, "When you meet the right person, you just know." Emma co
The next day, Emma woke up to find the food and expensive champagne she had prepared untouched, even after staying up late, waiting for trevor so they could have dinner together, talk about what's going on and renew your vow of love to eachother, but Trevor's still nowhere in sight. She mentally reproached herself for not paying attention to these signs. Now, everything was becoming clear - something was wrong with Trevor, and it had nothing to do with her or her job.She had tried to reach out to him numerous times, but his secretary always answered his calls and gave excuses as to why he couldn't speak to her. Emma thought about going to his workplace but remembered how much Trevor disliked surprise visits. That had caused their first fight when she showed up unannounced for lunch; she had passed by the secretary's office, hoping to inquire if Trevor was in a meeting, only to find her office empty. She furrowed her brows as she made her way to his office, and upon entering, she saw
Despite recognizing Trevor's imperfections, Emma believed in his inherent goodness. Despite his flaws, she entrusted him with her whole heart, confident that they could weather any storm that came their way.Caleb had always been a pillar of support, more akin to a family member than a friend. Whenever Emma encountered challenges with Trevor, Caleb would step in to help soothe the turmoil. She intended to seek his counsel and have him mediate with Trevor.Relationships are rarely flawless; they can be complex and demanding. Sometimes, conflicts arise, forcing individuals to reevaluate everything, even though staying with that person still feels right.As they both committed to safeguarding their love and partnership, the situation began to brighten. However, this time, Trevor's demeanor exuded an unfamiliar iciness, and the suitcases he had brought hinted at an irreversible departure. Emma was repulsed by the emptiness in Trevor's gaze, as fear and unease settled within her, threatenin