Living With The Billionaire’s Heirs Chapter 10
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Three Years Later
Emma sat perched on Chris’s lap aboard his luxurious yacht, the sun casting a golden glow on the water around them. From the outside, she seemed the picture of contentment, wrapped in the arms of her wealthy and powerful boyfriend. She had grown accustomed to this life of luxury and opulence, a life filled with expensive gifts, lavish parties, and the best of everything money could buy. But despite the outward show of happiness, the ache in her heart remained as strong as ever.
Three years had passed, but she still loved Leo with an intensity that refused to fade. Chris had taken everything from her, including her freedom and her spirit, but he couldn’t take away her love for Leo. It was the one part of herself she managed to keep hidden from him, the one thing that kept her going through the darkest days.
The first year had been the hardest. After Leo left, Emma had suffered a mental breakdown that left her vulnerable and broken. Instead of offering comfort, Chris’s cruelty only intensified. He would hit her whenever she cried for Leo, using violence to crush any hope or resistance she might have had. For nearly a month, she had been forced to learn that she could never lean on him, never show any weakness, or she would pay the price.
Over time, she had learned to survive by playing the part Chris wanted her to play. She became the perfect girlfriend, always smiling, always affectionate, always pretending to love him. She learned to bury her emotions so deeply that even Chris believed she had finally fallen in love with him. But in truth, her hatred for him had only grown, festering like a wound that would never heal.
The past three years had seen many changes. Nathan had graduated, and now he was getting engaged, a fact that brought Emma some small measure of happiness. Alex had graduated last year, and this year, it was Chris’s turn. Emma’s own graduation was next year, and she was grateful for the chance to leave the mansion, where she was now the only resident. Her hair had grown long, and her once vibrant green eyes had dulled, devoid of the emotions that used to color them. But around Chris, she always smiled, always acted as if she were madly in love with him.
“Love,” Chris’s voice cut through her thoughts, pulling her back to the present. Emma forced herself to smile lovingly at him, as she had trained herself to do.
“Give me a kiss,” he demanded, and without hesitation, Emma leaned in and pressed her lips to his, pretending to lose herself in the kiss.
“Love you till the moon,” she murmured, smiling widely at him, and Chris grinned back, pleased by her response. He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t get enough of her. He was happy, truly believing that he had won her heart at last.
He had even stopped his playboy antics, all for her. To Chris, sending Leo away had been the best decision he’d ever made. Now, he finally had the girl he wanted, the one he was obsessed with.
“Tonight, my parents are hosting a party,” Chris said, his voice full of excitement. “I’m introducing you to them.”
Emma tensed for a brief moment, but she quickly hid her reaction, nodding as if thrilled by the idea. “That’s amazing, but I’m nervous. What if they don’t like me?” she said, playing the part of the anxious girlfriend, though inside she wanted nothing more than to run far away from this nightmare.
“Don’t worry, they’ll love you, babe,” Chris assured her, trying to comfort her with a warm smile.
“Okay,” she replied, her voice soft and demure.
After their little party on the yacht, Chris dropped her off at the mansion, telling her he would pick her up at six in the evening. As soon as she stepped inside, the facade began to crack. Emma rushed to her room, closing the door behind her. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. The diamond earrings, the necklace, the wristwatch everything she wore was expensive, beautiful, and utterly foreign to her true self. It was all just a facade, a mask she had worn for three years.
This wasn’t who she was. The girl in the mirror was a stranger to her. Emma had no one left in her life except for Laila, the only person who had stuck by her side, the only one who knew the truth. Laila was her lifeline, the one who comforted her when the mask she wore became too heavy to bear.
Emma hated this life. She hated Chris with every fiber of her being. But there was no escape, not yet. She let out a long, shaky sigh, trying to muster the strength to keep going, to keep pretending.
“Just a year, Emma,” she whispered to herself, the words a fragile attempt at comfort. After she graduated next year, she would run away, far away from Chris. She wouldn’t have to fear him using school as a way to control her anymore.
And there was Laila’s engagement to look forward to, though Laila had insisted on keeping the identity of her fiancé a secret until tonight.
Emma wiped away her tears and hurried to the bathroom, preparing herself for the party. She had to be perfect tonight, just like always. The facade had to hold, just a little longer. But deep down, she knew the cracks were growing wider, and one day soon, everything would come crashing down.
••••••••••
THE MILLER’S MANSION
As Emma and Chris stepped out of the sleek black car, they were greeted by the grand facade of the Millers’ mansion. The entrance alone was enough to take Emma’s breath away a towering marble archway flanked by ornate columns, with intricate carvings that depicted mythological scenes. Soft lighting bathed the entire structure in a warm, golden glow, and the polished stone steps leading up to the massive oak doors gleamed in the evening light.
As they entered the mansion, Emma couldn’t suppress a gasp. The grandeur of the foyer was overwhelming. A massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a dazzling array of light over the entire space. The floor was a stunning mosaic of marble and gold inlays, depicting an elaborate design that seemed to swirl and flow beneath their feet. Elegant statues lined the walls, each one carved from pristine white marble, and the air was filled with the subtle scent of fresh roses arranged in towering vases placed at every corner.
Emma was so lost in admiring the sight that she barely registered Chris’s sharp whisper in her ear.
“Don’t embarrass me,” Chris hissed, clearly annoyed by her reaction.
“Sorry,” Emma whispered, lowering her head.
“Stop acting like you’re new to my luxurious life,” Chris continued, his voice a harsh whisper laced with irritation. “Do you want me to buy you more diamond items before you finally get used to it?” His words were a thinly veiled threat, and Emma felt a wave of shame wash over her.
As Emma bowed her head, trying to hide her discomfort, a voice called out, and she looked up to see a woman approaching them.
“Chris,” the woman said, her tone laced with a mix of authority and affection.
Chris smiled at her. “Mom.”
A shiver ran down Emma’s spine as she realized who the woman was Mia Miller, Chris’s mother. The infamous Mia Miller was known for her cold demeanor and sharp tongue, and now she stood before Emma, her eyes narrowing as she took her in.
“Mom, this is Emma, my girlfriend,” Chris said, gesturing towards Emma. “Emma, this is my mom, Mia Miller.”
Emma forced a smile and extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Miller.”
But Mia’s expression didn’t soften. The disdain on her face was unmistakable as she completely ignored Emma’s outstretched hand. Instead, she scrutinized Emma with cold, assessing eyes.
“Which family do you come from?” Mia asked, her tone icy.
Emma’s smile faltered, and she quickly dropped her hand, feeling the weight of Mia’s judgment.
“I asked you a question!” Mia suddenly snapped, her voice rising in anger. Emma jumped in fear, her heart pounding.
“Mom,” Chris interjected sharply, his voice filled with anger as he turned to face his mother.
“Chris, dear—” Mia began, trying to soften her tone, but Chris cut her off.
“How dare you disrespect my girlfriend, Mom? You, of all people?” he shouted, drawing the attention of the guests around them. All eyes were now on them, and Emma wished she could disappear.
“Chris, it’s okay,” Emma said quickly, trying to diffuse the situation, but her voice was shaky, betraying her unease.
Chris wasn’t having it. “Mom, I don’t care which family she’s from,” he said, his voice cold. “I want you to apologize to Emma. I love her, and she’s changed me a lot. If you don’t apologize, I’ll never see you again.”
Mia’s face twisted in anger, but she loved her son too much to refuse. With a tight, forced smile, she muttered a quick apology to Emma before walking away, her glare lingering on Emma for a moment longer.
“You okay?” Chris asked, his tone softer now, but Emma could only force a smile, nodding in response.
She was still shaken, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. A voice called out her name, and she turned to see Alex approaching.
“Hey, Emma,” he greeted her with a smile. Alex had become a doctor since the last time she saw him, but she had never really bonded with him. She always found him a bit pretentious. Still, she forced another smile and greeted him.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Laila. Excusing herself from Chris and Alex, she hurried over to her friend.
“Laila!” she exclaimed, and Laila turned around, a bright smile on her face as she embraced Emma.
“You’re here,” Emma said, feeling a small flicker of warmth in her chest.
“Yeah, my dad and Mr. Miller are business partners,” Laila explained, her tone cheerful.
“So, where’s your fiancé?” Emma asked, curious to finally meet the man Laila had been talking about.
“He’ll be here soon,” Laila said, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
As they were talking, the sound of murmurs and whispers filled the room. Emma noticed that everyone’s attention had shifted toward the entrance. She turned, following their gaze, and her heart nearly stopped.
Standing there, framed by the grand entrance, was Leo.
He had changed so much in the three years since she last saw him. He was taller, more muscular, his once slender frame now powerfully built. His hair had grown long , now an almost white blonde, contrasted sharply with his strikingly handsome features. One of his eyes was a piercing blue, the other a deep green, giving him an intense, almost otherworldly look. His face, once so gentle, was now sharp and chiseled. But it was his eyes that caught her attention the most; his green and blue eyes were colder than she remembered, devoid of the warmth they once held.
He was strikingly handsome, almost god-like, with a presence that commanded the attention of everyone in the room. Emma couldn’t take her eyes off him. Her heart, which had been numb for so long, suddenly began to race. The man before her was no longer the boy she had known; he was someone else entirely, someone more mysterious, more dangerous, and yet she felt drawn to him like never before.
“This party is hosted for my son who just came back after three years,” Mr. Miller announced, smiling with pride as he looked at Leo.
But Emma barely heard him. Her entire focus was on Leo. It was as if time had stopped, and there were only the two of them in the room. Her heart fluttered, and butterflies filled her stomach. She felt the overwhelming urge to run to him, to throw herself into his arms, but she was rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to speak.
And then the words that shattered her world came.
“Tonight, I have an important announcement,” Mr. Miller continued, his voice full of anticipation. “The reason for this celebration is that it’s my son’s engagement party.”
Emma’s confusion deepened. Engagement? Leo was engaged? Her mind struggled to process the words.
“Tonight is the engagement of Laila Ali and my son, Leonardo Miller,” Mr. Miller declared with a smirk, clearly enjoying the shocked gasps that rippled through the room.
Emma stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as the world around her seemed to spin out of control. She turned to look at Laila, who was smiling widely, already making her way towards Leo. Emma’s eyes darted back to Leo, their gazes locking in that moment.
It was as if an electric current surged between them, neither of them willing or able to look away. For a brief, intense moment, it was just the two of them, lost in each other’s eyes, the rest of the world fading into the background.
But the reality of the situation crashed down on Emma like a tidal wave. Leo was engaged to her best friend, Laila. The man she loved, the man she had never stopped loving, was about to marry someone else. The realization struck her like a physical blow, shattering her heart into a million pieces.
Emma stood there, unable to move, unable to breathe, as the man she loved was claimed by another.
TBC…
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