EMILIA POV
I stared at the screen of my device, refusing to believe he would do this to me.
Of all days to hurt me, today?
Did he forget the plans we made? No, a plan I made for the both of us.
For goodness’s sake!
We were supposed to meet at my place and spend some time together before the end of the day.
Why did he find it hard to take his calls? I wondered at this point, jumping off from the bed and pacing my large bedroom.
What is happening?
I walked back to the bed where I picked up my device.
My legs led me to the window and I opened the curtains, looking out of the space and gazing at the large compound with hopes that he was there.
He wasn't there.
“Damn it!” I cried and looked away, finding my way back to the bed where I took a seat.
Maybe he was busy and would reach out to me later.
The day had just begun, after all. There was more than enough time to see and spend together before the day ended.
But what if he doesn't show up?
My gaze led itself to the screen of my phone and again, I decided to dial his number.
My hands did the dialling and this time around, I was more than shocked at the response I got.
His phone was switched off.
How?
I lay on the bed and began to sulk.
This was not the first time I would be treated in this manner by Tristan.
He was like this several times in the past and even now. Why do I think he would wake up one morning and turn a new leaf?
My legs led me to the bathroom.
In a bid to forget about a man who had hurt me on several occasions, I walked back to the room and jerked my towel from the wardrobe where it stayed.
Once again, I led the way to the bathroom and on arrival, I stripped and stayed in the shower for quite some time.
It felt good.
At least, in the meantime. Tristan was not the right person to think of, since he has done this to me a lot of times.
After the moment in the shower, I grabbed the towel hung on the line and wrapped it around me.
My legs led me back into the room and for once, I gazed at my figure in the mirror, somewhere in the corner of my large room.
I would wait until evening.
And if Tristan does not make it to the apartment, or give me a call: I would be left with no choice but to do what I must do.
Who does he think he is to do these things to me? Does he think I would not be hurt? It has been over two years of being together with him in a relationship, and of truth, it is I who has been the backbone of our time.
There was never a day he brought gifts and flowers to my doorstep, while our yearly anniversary was never recalled by him, but by me who cried at the end of the day.
I have had enough.
I walked away from the mirror and caught up with the wardrobe.
What was I going to do today?
I had planned to spend it with Tristan. But according to the look of things, he didn't seem like he was going to show up in my apartment, nor would he give me a call.
How did I end up with such a man?
Now I picked one of the many gowns hanging in one of the many hangers in my wardrobe, and then walked to the bedside where I took a seat.
In moments, I was dressed for the day.
Not just for the day, but for my date with the man I love. If at all he was going to make it to the apartment, I didn't know yet.
After promising myself not to dial his number anymore, I picked up my phone in a bid to call. It was switched off, just as it was before I walked to the bathroom for a bath.
Without thinking twice, I flung the device on the bed and walked out of the room.
I led my way down the stairs, thoughts of what to have for breakfast, a thing to worry about.
Soon enough, I was leaning on the table in the kitchen. I looked around me, unsure of what to do next. My mind was not settled, and I thought of Tristan even though I promised not to have thoughts of him in my head.
How can I not?
He is a man I love and want to spend the rest of my life with, the last time I checked.
Why did he treat me like a piece of nonsense? Does he not love me? For goodness’s sake, was two years not enough time to love me?
I got up from the table and walked to the burner. There, I rinsed the kitchen kettle, let some water into it, and turned on the burner.
My legs led me to one of the chairs where I sat and waited. Soon enough, the kettle alarm rang and I was standing in front of the burner once again.
I quickly mixed a coffee before pouring some of the boiled water into the mug.
Thereafter, I walked back to the chair after grabbing a pack of cookies, took a seat, and had my breakfast.
After eating, I did the dishes before heading to the living room.
A smile appeared on my countenance when the man who works at the gate, opened the large gate for a car to drive in.
Tristan had come.
The car drove into the compound, and I got ready to open the door of my apartment, although with a grimace on my face.
I was wrong.
It was not Tristan, neither was it his car.
EMILIA POV The morning of the next day came and somehow, I cannot explain why I am in shock when it has always been this way. Maybe I was in shock because this date was supposed to be a special one for me—for us, hence the hurt that came alongside Tristan's absence at my apartment the day before. It was the weekend, and not a day of work in New Orleans. The multi-million company I work for was on a long-term break that was not ending soon, either. I got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom in a bid to take a bath. All the time, whenever I wanted a bath: I forgot to take along with me the towel from the wardrobe, and with this, I walked back to the room to take my towel. A bath was taken in haste, and I was standing in the room once again, with a towel wrapped around me. A sigh especially my mouth as I thought about what I was going to do. What sense did all of these make? What if I didn't find him in any of these places? What if it was me who ended up getting embarrass
EMILIA POV In seconds, I was standing in front of him, staring into his face. “How could you?”Not only did I ask my question, but my hand hit his cheek with a resounding slap, calling the attention of the man in uniform. “Madam, what is the matter?” The man who searched me and my bag, asked, holding me from Tristan's. “Leave me alone!” I yelled at the man, jerking off from him. “How could you, Tristan?” I asked, already crying. “Is two years not enough time for you to love me?”“Woah!” Tristan cried, touching his cheek. “You have the wrong person, my Lady.” I gazed at him, fire in my eyes. Not just in my eyes, but in my bones as well. What did he mean by I have the wrong person? It wasn't hard for me to recognize him and the car we went on a date in, once. Was it? “Excuse us,” Tristan said to the man in uniform who walked away. “I can handle this.”What was he going to say to make me feel better than the worse I felt? I wondered, waiting to hear his reasons and excuses, as us
TRISTAN POV It was a hustle getting back to the warehouse without getting caught. For goodness’s sake! I trained these boys to be certain of the environment while we drove past the streets. How come they didn't know the police were tracking us? I wondered when the truck parked in front of the compound. I brought out my tracker and tracked the environment in a bid to be certain we did not let enemies into our space. When it was confirmed, we then drove into the compound when one of the men who stayed back in the warehouse opened the gate.“What happened?” One of them asked and without saying a word to him, I walked past after throwing my backpack at him. Now I could hear him throw his question at the rest of the men who had gotten down from the truck, followed by their footsteps as they marched into the warehouse. In a rage, I threw the helmet on the floor. It could not be broken, after all. In a fierce rage, I led the way to one of the chairs in the space and took a seat in i
TRISTAN POV Immediately I arrived in my room, I flung the backpack on the bed. My legs led me to the wardrobe where I picked up my towel and as soon as I did, I led my way to the bathroom. After a cold bath, I walked back into the room. It was soothing to be home once again, and more than soothing to not be caught by the police. What would I have done at this point? Where would I be by now?There was no point thinking about it since it was yet to happen. Once again, my legs led me and I walked to the wardrobe where I picked an outfit for the night before heading to the door. When I walked out, I snapped my fingers and my guards emerged from their spot. “I need to see Father,” I said. “You don't have to follow me. Watch over my room.”They bowed while I walked away. The room where Father preferred to stay in the evening was quite far from where I was, so I hastened my footsteps, finding my way to the space. “Good evening, my lord.” A young woman greeted me on my way to the Ma
ORION POV My hate for him cannot be comprehended. Why is he a member of the royal family in the first place? There in the dining hall where we sat, I could not help but gaze at him with pre-hate that was obvious and wondered what exactly went wrong with him. What did he do to the pretty woman? Why did she slap me? For goodness’s sake! That slap was meant for Tristan and ended on my face. After eating, I got on my feet, and without saying a word to the rest of my brothers, I led my way out of the hall. My legs, without hesitation or delay, led me to the Manor and I looked to the right, walking in the direction leading to my royal chamber. On arrival, I threw the key to my car on the bed. A sigh escaped my lips and I fell on the bed as well. There was worry written on my face, if not for anything but on behalf of the women who fell for his trap. They were yet to know how much of a playboy he is, and how he never meant any of his feelings for them. The lay at the club said tw
EMILIA POVMy day at work was a hectic one. From giving accounts for my days at home to submitting files asked for by the manager. For goodness’s sake! I had imagined it would be different in the human world, which was why I left the Pack I belong to in the first place. But do I have to work to feed all the time? Why can't I just feed on humans and be all alright? I dumped my office key on the couch and took a seat next to it. A grimace appeared on my face when I thought of how boring my life had become. What would I do without a man like Tristan? “No way!” I sat up, shoving thoughts about him away from my head. Why was it so hard to forget about a man who played with me and my emotions? Was this the reason why he didn't want me to meet with his family during the first year of our relationship? Even in the second year, he was never willing to let me meet his parents. I have been a stupid woman. What more description would fit into how stupid I was? I got on my feet, picked
ORION POV I looked down at her, a smile on my countenance. For the first time since my encounter with her in the Club's compound, I found her pretty. “Who—” she mouthed, pointing at me. “I don't want to slap you until I am certain. Which one are you?”A chuckle escaped my lips. Who is this woman? I laughed and cocked my neck. “Who do you think it is?”She walked closer, raising her hands to touch my face. “I wouldn't know, but Tristan would not be nice. Not after all he's done.”“I thought as much,” I shifted a bit from the door and let her pass. “You used the male toilet, ma'am. I should have told you on time.”Without saying a word to me, she walked away. I wouldn't blame her, would I? I walked in, shut the door and used the toilet before finding my way out of the space.Somehow, I admired her guts.So she could come to the same bar she got herself embarrassed in, after that day? Who is this woman? I wondered again, shutting the large door and finding my way out of the bathroom.
TRISTAN POV Why was she yet to reach out to me?The last time I checked, Emilia always apologized on my behalf whenever we had issues and all I did was sit and wait to be begged, even when it wasn't her fault.It was good to see, and there was a good feeling that came with it. It has been weeks since I failed to make it to her apartment. Why have I yet to hear from her? Not even a call.A hand knocked on my door and I snapped my fingers, a signal that whoever it was at the door should find his way in. “My lord,” the guard who watched after the door of my room came in. “What is it?”“My lord Logan is here to see you.” He announced with a nod and a bow that followed next. “What does he want?” I was forced to ask while the dumb guard shook his head, signalling to me how unsure and uncertain he was of what Logan had come to do in my room.“Let him in, then,” I urged the man who nodded. He walked out in seconds and when the door opened again, there was one of the many brothers I have