Not One, But Two!

Chapter 4

Troy then brought Emma to Greg, who was seated while he swirled his wine glass. He tipped his head back to take a sip of the wine, the ruby-red liquid sloshing in the glass somehow bringing out his finely-chiseled features. For a moment, Emma was stunned. He's gorgeous!

Greg, however, did not care for such enamored looks. There was a dark gleam in his hawk-like eyes, and the air in the room grew dense and cold as he drawled, "You did a great job hiding, so why did you stop?" His gaze was piercing as he regarded Emma steadily.

Emma shuddered. She couldn't help finding his gaze familiar, for it seemed like she had seen it somewhere before. Just as she scrambled to make a reply, she heard him order lazily, "Roll up your sleeves."

"Huh?" She gaped at him in surprise.

Troy grew terrified that Emma's sluggishness was going to get him into trouble too, especially since patience was not Greg's forte. Thus, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arm roughly before rolling up both her sleeves.

In a state of shock, Emma shrieked loudly, "What are you doing?"

Greg frowned at this, and the next moment, Troy stuffed Emma's mouth with a rag.

A strange look came into Greg's eyes as he stared at her bare arms. The air thickened with tension, and it grew more suffocating with each passing second. Emma's heart had leaped to her throat as she waited for the important man to say something, and her palms were sweaty.

Suddenly, Greg took a sip of his red wine and broke into a small smile. The tension in the room dissipated at once as he announced, "I'm done. Send Miss Kain back."

"Huh?" This time, it was Troy who was astonished. Are we just going to let her go like this? But when he met Greg's sharp and bemused gaze, he shivered and quickly released Emma. "Apologies for man-handling you earlier, Miss Kain. Follow me, please," he stated.

By the time she registered the fact that she would not be held captive, she was already escorted out of the

reached home and was greeted by Philip and Sasha. This was followed by a sense of excitement as she pondered upon the implication behind Greg's

had told her that the ring was stolen, but judging by the affable way Greg treated her earlier, the ring might still have its uses. The thought

like this for me. If Greg believes me to be the real thing, then I have a good chance of bagging him! With that in mind, she hurried into her room and made a phone

glass. He tipped his head back to take a sip of the wine, the ruby-red liquid sloshing in

down Abigail no matter what it takes! I want her to disappear from the

locating Abigail, but little did they

smuggling ship had strict requirements for passengers to produce a full health report, she would never have learned of her pregnancy. She thought back to the month when she

be a mother now? I

helplessness followed her all

Street in Newsbourne. She had delicate features and alabaster skin, looking like a walking porcelain doll who made everyone take a second glance. She was wearing a baseball cap and she had a lollipop in her mouth, but there was mud on her pretty dungarees. Presently, she

heard the familiar sound, it quickly gave a

the dog a contemptuous look and flipped it off before pushing open the door into the living room.

land on Arianna, the little girl sitting in front

huffily and turned to

on her little nose bridge. When she saw

nonchalantly, "Those punks were asking for it! They knew they couldn't beat me in a fight, but they went on to call me a mongrel and made fun of me for not having a daddy like them. If I don't teach them a lesson and beat them up,

a fatherless mongrel, which would by extension apply to her as well. She paused before sighing and pointed out in resignation, "You'll get an earful from Mommy when

go and fetch me some new clothes. Now!" Alissa impatiently shoved her sister away from the