Chapter3
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EMILY'S POV.
The entire world ended at that moment. My thoughts intertwined against each other and I still could not find a reasonable one.
“Are you still there?” He asked.
“Yes I am”
“A press conference will be held in the next hour concerning the scandal. Do well to watch it. You are in this already and we both have to pay!” He hung up.
My headache just heightened, and my vision became more blurry. How would I just marry a billionaire, not just a billionaire but a notorious one overnight?
I made my way to the kitchen and prepared the cup of coffee. I'm sure I must have boiled the water beyond one degree Celsius, but I cared less. The steam of the boiling water came out in a rush telling me to turn off the fire, but I still wasn't satisfied.
After I was satisfied, I turned off the fire and poured the hot water into the cup. I thought the cup was going to c***k, but it didn't after a few minutes of watching it. I stirred my spoon round it slowly after adding my sugar and milk. I rushed the hot coffee down my throat, making it burn sensationally. The pain was just what I wanted to feel. I needed something external that would compliment the pain I was feeling.
“It hurts” I said to myself, not knowing if it was because of what I had just heard or the burn in my throat.
It was not until Samantha cleared her throat I finally became aware of her presence.
“Good mor-ni-ng” I stammered and she hummed.
“I'm really……”
I wanted to apologize once again when she interrupted me.
“I'm sincerely sorry. I don't know how it all happened.”
“It's all good, Hun” she shoved me out of her way.
This would be so hard for me. Here was a man that loved my sister so much that he never cared about all her manipulative deeds. And here I was getting married to the same man. I took my position on the couch and fixed my attention to the screen.
I watched the conference with keen anxiety. The questions thrown at Ryan were so manipulative that I had doubts that he could answer them intelligibly. But his manipulative yet brilliant answers were to be studied.
“Does that mean you have broken up with Samantha Donovan?” He was asked.
“I have. Emily Donovan is the woman I have decided to spend the rest of my days on earth with” he replied.
“How does Miss Samantha feel about this?” Another threw a question at him.
“When it comes to matters of the heart, we all need to be firm in our decisions because one wrong decision can make one unhappy for the rest of one's life. I might have been together with Samantha for a while now, and she's an amazing woman, but I love Emily more. Samantha is an emotionally matured lady, and she understands the entire situation.”
Did he rehearse these replies?
“What is the next plan?
“I'm proposing to her tomorrow” he dropped the bombshell.
The next day, I was dressed in a blue floral gown with moderate make-over on my face. He intentionally chose to propose in a very popular restaurant to make his claims more true and appealing.
His entrance to the restaurant spurred a lot of attention. He walked towards me like a perfect gentleman, and he was smiling. Of course, it was fake but something to protect his image and reputation.
I stood up, and he gave an eye signal requesting I stretch out my hand. I did just so, and he took it into his seat from me. He ordered a meal and we started eating. By this time, a lot of people were already making videos of both of us. Guess he saw this as a good opportunity.
His knees were already on the ground, and he brought out a sparking bright diamond ring. He did not even waste time in asking the big question.
“Will you marry me?”
Those words slipped out of his mouth with a great effort, I could tell. Everyone in the restaurant was all standing and making videos. A few teenagers were screaming, telling me to say yes.
“Yes” I said out loud.
The restaurant was suddenly filled with screams and cheers. I drew Ryan into my embrace as he was looking at me pathetically.
“Don't you dare!” He said in my ear.
“Just play along. They might know this was all staged if you keep giving me that look”. His shoulders relaxed on me. His grip got tighter.
“He gives the best hugs!” Some teenagers screamed.
We gently disengaged. Without notice, he dragged me by my waist and stared at me. I could see my blue eyes in his crystal clear green hair. I took that minute to take mental note of his manliness.
“Enough of the show” he mouthed, and I positioned myself well, preventing a fall when he let go of my waist.
Soon, we were surrounded by lots of reporters. This was one reason why I hated the path of fame. You cannot commit any wrongdoing and not get noticed. Besides that, I would prefer a peaceful and boring life to the aches I feel all over my body and in my head.
He drove to our house and I alighted. I led him slowly to the sitting room, only for us to meet pathetic Samantha.
“Sam” he called her, and she ran into his embrace crying.
“Why did you do this to me?” She cried into his embrace. I really felt for her.
“I'm sorry, my love. It was all a mistake.”
Ryan was looking pathetic himself.
“If you had me in mind you wouldn't let yourself fall into prey” she punched him hard, disengaging.
“Hit me all you want, Sam. It would never change whatever I feel for you”
I was already getting bored by the sad romance playing before me.
“You are getting married to my step-sister, and you expect me to be happy?” She backed both of us.
“I never intended for all this to happen.”
“What's the next plan?” Samantha asked.
“We'll be getting married in a fortnight” he announced, and Samantha resumed crying.
“It's a contract marriage. With time, we'll be back together”, he comforted her, dragging her into his arms as they shared a kiss, leaving me to my misery.
I would still be at the losing end.
How pathetic!
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