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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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Living With The Billionaire’s Heirs Chapter 9

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Emma lay in her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as the events of the previous day replayed in her mind like a haunting nightmare. It was Sunday, a day that should have brought some peace, but all she felt was a deep, suffocating dread. The realization that she belonged to Chris that there was no escaping him left her feeling trapped and helpless.

She needed to do something, anything, to distract herself from the weight of her thoughts. Deciding to make herself something to eat, Emma got up and quietly left her room. As she stepped into the hallway, she saw Nathan, but the sight of him only deepened her despair. She didn’t have the energy to talk to him, to pretend that everything was okay when it was far from it.

“Emma,” Nathan called out to her, but she ignored him, heading straight to the kitchen. She was sick of the Millers sick of everything that had brought her to this point. If only she could turn back time, she would have never come to this university, never gotten involved with Chris and his family.

“Emma,” Nathan called again, his voice more insistent this time. His persistence snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Hmm,” she finally responded, her voice hollow. But before she could escape, Nathan grabbed her hand, pulling her to face him. His eyes widened with concern and anger as he noticed the bruises on her neck bruises left by Chris.

“Who did this to you?” Nathan demanded, his voice trembling with barely contained fury.

Emma looked at him, her heart aching with the truth she didn’t want to speak. “Ask your brother Chris,” she said bitterly before pulling away and retreating to her room, slamming the door behind her.

She barely had a moment to catch her breath when the door swung open again. Her heart leaped in her chest as she saw Chris standing there, an innocent smile plastered on his face. Fear coursed through her veins as she shivered involuntarily.

“Babe,” Chris said softly, stepping into the room. Emma swallowed hard, her body trembling. “Come here,” he ordered, and Emma immediately obeyed, rushing to his side. He pulled her into a hug, burying his face in her neck as if the violent act he’d committed against her had never happened.

“I missed you,” Chris whispered, his breath hot against her skin. Emma shivered, not from warmth, but from the icy fear that gripped her. “Did you miss me?” he asked, and Emma quickly nodded, desperate to keep him calm.

“Words, babe,” Chris demanded, his voice gentle but laced with danger.

“Y-yes,” Emma stuttered, forcing the word out through trembling lips.

Chris smiled, satisfied with her response, and placed a soft kiss on her lips before leading her back to her bed. “There’s something I want to tell you,” he said, his tone suddenly serious. “We’re all going home tonight. We’ll be back tomorrow evening.”

Emma nodded, her mind racing with questions she didn’t dare ask.

“You can’t go to school tomorrow. Wait for me,” Chris instructed, his voice leaving no room for argument.

“But—” Emma began, but Chris cut her off sharply.

“Do as I say,” he snapped, and Emma quickly nodded again.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Chris’s smile returned as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“We’ll be going now. Take care,” he said, turning to leave. But just as he reached the door, he stopped and turned back to her, his expression darkening. The joy that had been in his eyes moments ago vanished, replaced by cold, menacing fury.

“Whatever happens between us stays between us,” Chris warned, his voice low and threatening. “If you tell any of my brothers, I promise there will be more bruises.”

Fear gripped Emma’s heart as she watched him walk away, leaving her alone in the room. The moment he was gone, tears spilled from her eyes as she collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. She knew then that she was completely and utterly trapped, with no hope of escape.

••••••••••

MILLERS MANSION

Leo sat at the far end of the dining table, his chest tightening with every breath he took. The room was filled with the sounds of clinking silverware, laughter, and conversation none of which included him. The air felt heavy, suffocating, as if it were pressing down on him, squeezing out any will to engage. His plate remained untouched in front of him, the food a cruel reminder of how out of place he felt here.

His parents had orchestrated this dinner, as they often did, to remind him of his place an outsider within his own family. They didn’t need to say it outright; their every action, every glance, conveyed the message clearly. He was tolerated, not wanted.

Chris, the golden child, reveled in these moments. Leo could feel Chris’s eyes on him, burning with a mix of contempt and amusement. It was only a matter of time before he made his move.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Chris’s voice sliced through the air, dripping with mock concern.

Leo stayed silent, his gaze fixed on the tablecloth, tracing its intricate patterns as if they held the answers to questions he’d long stopped asking. Nathan, the only one who might have stood up for him, began to speak, but their father’s glare silenced him instantly. There would be no allies here.

The silence stretched, Chris’s frustration mounting with each passing second. When Leo refused to respond, it pushed Chris over the edge.

“Why do you keep looking down on us?” Chris shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.

Leo slowly stood up, feeling the weight of the room’s hostility pressing down on him. He didn’t want to be here, didn’t want to give Chris the satisfaction of seeing him hurt.

“I’m allergic to crawfish and garlic,” he said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion, before turning and walking away from the table. The room buzzed with whispers as he left, but he didn’t care. He knew they wouldn’t care about his allergies or his well-being. They never did.

As Leo reached his room, he collapsed onto the floor, his hands brushing against the cold tiles. Beneath this very floor, she had been chained. The memory was like a knife twisting in his gut, a constant reminder of his helplessness. He closed his eyes, and a single tear slipped down his face, the only outward sign of the storm raging inside him.

He had tried to run away so many times as a child, each attempt ending in brutal punishment. The desire to escape, to be free, was something he had never outgrown, even though he knew the consequences all too well.

As exhaustion began to take over, and sleep beckoned, the door to his room creaked open. Leo didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“Bastard,” Chris sneered, stepping into the room.

Leo remained still, lying on his bed, eyes half-closed. He was too tired for this, too tired for the endless cycle of hate and pain.

“I want you to leave this country,” Chris said, his voice tinged with something darker, more dangerous than usual.

Leo finally sat up, confused knitting his brows together. He stared at Chris, trying to decipher his brother’s intentions, but Chris’s expression was unreadable, a mask of controlled fury.

“Don’t fucking think I don’t know that Emma slept in your room,” Chris shouted, his face contorted with rage. Leo’s eyes widened in shock. Chris’s anger was palpable, filling the room with a suffocating intensity. He wanted to lash out, to hurt someone, anyone, but instead, he turned his fury on Leo.

“I should tell her,” Chris continued, his voice trembling with barely restrained anger. “I should tell her everything. But she’s so scared of me… It’s pathetic.”

Chris’s words hung in the air, heavy with the twisted logic of someone who loved too much and too violently. He loved Emma, or at least he thought he did. But his love was a poison, a suffocating force that sought to control and possess rather than cherish.

The memory of the time she stabbed his hand with a fork flashed in his mind. It had hurt, but it was that moment he knew he wanted her. She was feisty, fiery, and he craved that spark in her. But the fear in her eyes when she looked at him was something he both hated and needed. It kept her obedient, kept her his.

Chris’s obsession with Emma was consuming him, turning his love into something dark and twisted. The thought of her belonging to someone else was unbearable, and it drove him to hurt her, even though he despised himself for it. He knew Emma was slowly falling for Leo, he’d seen the way she looked at him. It drove him mad with jealousy. Thankfully, Leo was too blind to notice.

“Get out of this country and don’t return for three years,” Chris ordered, his voice laced with desperation. This was more than just a command; it was a plea to keep the fragile balance of his world intact.

“Dad—” Leo began, but Chris cut him off.

“I’ll handle Dad. I’ve already arranged everything—the mansion, your school transfer. Just don’t come back for three years,” Chris said, his tone softening slightly as if this was some kind of twisted favor.

Leo knew that leaving was what he wanted, to escape the nightmare this house had become. But at the same time, fear gnawed at him, fear for her. Could he really leave her behind?

“And I’ll make sure no one hurts her,” Chris added, sensing Leo’s hesitation. “But if you dare come back before the three years are up, I’ll make her suffer in ways you can’t even imagine.”

The threat was clear, and Leo nodded, resigned. As long as she was safe, as long as she could breathe freely for the next three years, he could endure this exile.

“Okay,” Leo agreed quietly, rising from the bed and heading to his wardrobe. He began packing his clothes, his movements mechanical, his mind numb.

“Don’t think I’m doing this for you,” Chris spat, watching him. “This is for my own selfish reasons. I still hate you more than you can ever imagine, you bastard.”

Leo didn’t respond. He simply continued packing, his thoughts elsewhere, focused on the future, on the day he would return stronger, wiser, ready to reclaim everything he had lost.

“Your flight is in 30 minutes,” Chris informed him, his voice distant, as if he was already thinking about something else.

Leo paused, his hand hovering over the last of his clothes. “Can I see her one last time?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Chris’s response was immediate and final. “No.”

It was the answer Leo had expected, but it still cut deep. He hadn’t seen her since he was seven years old, and now, he might not see her for another three years.

With a heavy heart, Leo grabbed his luggage and made his way downstairs. The car was already waiting for him, the engine idling like a beast ready to devour him. He took one last look at the house a place that had never been a home, more like a prison, a torture chamber.

As the car pulled away, Leo felt a strange mix of relief and sorrow. He was finally leaving, escaping this hell. But the thought of not taking her with him, of leaving her behind in this place, was almost too much to bear.

But he had no choice. He had to go, for her sake, and for his own.

The road stretched out before him, leading him away from everything he had ever known. But as he looked out the window, a single thought kept echoing in his mind:

He would come back. And when he did, everything would be different.

••••••••

MONDAY EVENING

Emma had just finished her phone call with Laila, sitting alone in the quiet of the living room. The conversation had been a brief distraction, but her mind was still on Leo. She hadn’t seen him all day, and a sense of unease was gnawing at her.

Just then, Nathan, Alex, and Chris walked in. They looked exhausted, their faces shadowed with weariness. Nathan seemed especially downcast, avoiding eye contact as he quickly left the room without a word. Emma’s heart sank at the sight of him, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Alex immediately collapsed onto the couch, too tired to say anything, and within moments, he was fast asleep. Emma’s eyes darted around, searching for Leo, but he was nowhere to be seen. A cold chill ran down her spine.

“Umm, where’s Leo?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. She didn’t want to upset Chris, but she needed to know.

Chris’s eyes darkened as he stared at her. “He left the country,” he said flatly.

Emma’s heart stopped. “What do you mean, he left the country?” she shouted, her voice breaking as she struggled to hold back tears.

“He’s not coming back for three years,” Chris snapped, his tone laced with irritation. “Why are you even bothered?”

Emma felt like the ground had been ripped out from under her. She couldn’t breathe. The pain in her chest was unbearable, and she knew exactly why she loved Leo. It had only been a week since she’d been here, but somehow, in that short time, her heart had attached itself to him in a way she couldn’t explain.

Ignoring Chris’s presence, she turned and ran to her room, tears streaming down her face. She slammed the door shut behind her and collapsed onto her bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

“No, no, no,” she cried into her pillow. The thought of not seeing Leo for three years was more than she could bear. Even though he was so cold to her and ignored her , all she had to do was just stare at him and that was enough.

She was so lost in her grief that she didn’t hear Chris enter the room. He walked over to her and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Shhh,” Chris whispered into her ear. “You’re mine now. I have you all to myself.”

Emma’s body stiffened in his arms, and she immediately pulled away, staring at him in disbelief.

“You did this,” she accused, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and anger.

Chris didn’t deny it. “Yes,” he said calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. There was no guilt in his voice, only satisfaction. “You’re mine now, Emma. And you’d better stop those feelings you have for him, because YOU, EMMA, BELONG TO ME.”

A psychotic smile spread across his face as he said it, his eyes gleaming with a possessive madness that sent shivers down her spine.

“You’re crazy,” Emma whispered, backing away from him, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Yes, Emma, I am,” Chris admitted, taking a step closer to her, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m crazy for you, and I’ll have you, whether you like it or not. YOU BELONG TO CHRIS MILLER,” he declared, his eyes locked onto hers, his voice a chilling promise.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered the final word, “FOREVER.”

TBC…

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Emma slowly opened her eyes, feeling the need to use the bathroom. She glanced to her side, where Leo was already asleep, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she watched him. He looks so cute, she thought.

Carefully, she slipped out of the bed, trying not to wake him. She tiptoed into the bathroom, her mind still replaying the events of the day. After finishing, she washed her hands and reached for the door to return to bed, but paused when she heard a familiar, dreaded voice.

“Emma!” Chris’s voice echoed through the room.

Emma’s heart stopped. ‘What the hell is he doing in Leo’s room?’ Panic surged through her, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand to stifle any sound. If Chris discovered her here, it would be disastrous not just for her, but for Leo. She knew how ruthless Chris could be, and she couldn’t bear the thought of Leo suffering because of her.

Leo stirred, his sleep disrupted by Chris’s shouting. His eyes snapped open, and when he recognized the intruder, his expression darkened. “Get out,” Leo demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Chris met Leo’s glare with one of his own, his temper flaring. “I have every fucking right to be here. It’s not like you belong here,” he sneered.

Leo’s hands clenched into fists, his anger simmering just below the surface. “Get out of my room, Chris,” he repeated, more forcefully this time.

Chris, momentarily forgetting he was searching for Emma, let out a cold, mocking laugh. “Do I need to remind you who you are, you bastard?” he spat, his words dripping with venom.

Emma, hidden in the bathroom, listened in shock, her heart pounding and her confusion growing.

Chris didn’t stop. “You’re nothing, nothing at all. You are just a mistake that shouldn’t have been born,” he taunted, his words like daggers.

Leo stood silently, his jaw tight, enduring the verbal assault. He had heard it all before, but it didn’t make the words sting any less.

Emma’s breath hitched, trying to process the revelation. ‘A mistake?’ she whispered to herself, barely audible.

Chris stepped closer to Leo, his presence menacing. “Wherever I walk in belongs to me, including this room. And for talking to me disrespectfully, I’ll send you more videos of her broken hands and legs,” he threatened, his voice a deadly whisper.

Leo’s eyes widened in fear, the color draining from his face. He knew all too well that Chris wasn’t bluffing. The images of those videos haunted him, and the thought of more violence was enough to shatter his pride.

Without hesitation, Leo swallowed his pride and hatred, dropping to his knees in front of Chris. “Please forgive me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Chris’s lips curled into a smirk of satisfaction as he raised his leg and kicked Leo’s head, hard enough to draw blood. The impact sent Leo crashing to the floor, and Emma, still watching through the small gap in the bathroom door, gasped in horror.

“Know your place, bastard,” Chris hissed, leaning over Leo. “Talk to me like that again, and it’ll be her dead body you’ll see next.” With that, Chris turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by Leo’s shallow breaths. His hands were trembling, his whole body shaking as the reality of the situation settled in. He was scared, scared for himself, but more for her. Chris’s threat echoed in his mind, and he couldn’t bear the thought of her getting hurt because of him.

As soon as Chris left, Emma rushed out of the bathroom, her heart racing. She quickly locked the door behind her and knelt beside Leo, who was still shaking and bleeding. “Leo,” she whispered urgently, but he didn’t respond. His eyes were unfocused, lost in his own fear.

“Leo, look at me,” Emma pleaded, her voice trembling as she gently cupped his face. But he remained unresponsive, trapped in his panic.

Desperation clawed at her chest. “Leo, breathe,” she instructed, raising her voice to snap him out of his thoughts. But he continued to shake, his mind elsewhere, the panic attack tightening its grip on him.

“Leo!” Emma yelled, and this time, he jolted, his eyes finally meeting hers. “Breathe, okay?” she repeated, her voice soft but firm.

Slowly, Leo began to follow her instructions, his breaths coming in ragged gasps at first but gradually evening out as he focused on Emma. His body began to relax, the tension ebbing away as exhaustion took over. Finally, he collapsed into her arms, his head resting on her shoulder.

Emma held him close, using all her strength to lift him onto the bed. She stayed by his side, searching his room for a first aid kit. It took her nearly an hour to find it, hidden away in a drawer, but she didn’t stop until she had cleaned and dressed his wounds.

When she was finished, Emma sat back and watched Leo as he slept, her mind racing with questions. ‘Who is “her”?’ she wondered, recalling Chris’s threat. ‘And what’s really going on in the Miller family?’

She bit her lip, determination settling in her heart. ‘Now I have to find out,’ she resolved. When something piqued Emma’s curiosity, she wouldn’t rest until she uncovered the truth.

••••••••••

Emma didn’t sleep at all that night. The events with Leo and Chris weighed heavily on her, and as dawn approached, she knew she couldn’t stay in the mansion any longer. By 4 a.m., she quietly gathered her things and slipped out of the house, careful not to make a sound. She knew Chris would likely be waiting for her in the sitting room, eager to confront her if she stayed.

Once outside, Emma hailed a cab and directed the driver to Laila’s dorm. The early morning sky was just beginning to lighten, and by the time she arrived at Laila’s place, it was 6 a.m. She knocked on the door, her heart pounding in her chest.

It felt like an eternity before the door finally creaked open, revealing a groggy Laila, her hair tousled from sleep. “What the hell are you doing here at six in the morning?” Laila groaned, rubbing her eyes.

Emma stood there in her pajamas, her face pale and exhausted. “Laila, I can’t stay there anymore,” she said, her voice trembling.

Laila’s sleepy expression vanished, replaced by concern. “What happened?” she asked, now fully awake.

Before Emma could respond, Laila stepped closer, her eyes widening as she noticed the bruise on Emma’s cheek. “Why the fuck is your cheek bruised?” Laila yelled, anger flaring in her voice.

Emma winced, feeling the sting of the bruise as she sighed tiredly. Thankfully, Laila’s roommate wasn’t around to witness the outburst.

“Wait,” Laila continued, her voice rising with fury. “Don’t tell me Chris hit you!” she shouted, her eyes blazing with anger.

Emma nodded, her eyes downcast. “That bastard,” Laila hissed, jumping to her feet. “I’m going to show him the consequences of harming my best friend.”

“Laila, you can’t,” Emma said quickly, grabbing her arm to stop her.

“What the fuck, Emma? He literally hit you,” Laila shot back, her voice filled with disbelief.

“I know, Laila, but there’s nothing we can do,” Emma replied, her voice heavy with resignation. “Your dad and Mr. Miller are huge business partners. And according to what Nathan told me, Chris is their favorite. Doing something could harm your father’s business,” she added, her tone laced with sadness.

“But Emma, he hit you,” Laila repeated, her voice breaking as she saw the pain in Emma’s eyes. Emma looked down, trying hard not to cry, but the tears welled up despite her efforts.

Seeing Emma’s distress, Laila softened. She pulled Emma into a tight hug, her anger momentarily subsiding. “Tell me what happened,” Laila urged gently.

Emma took a deep breath, then began to recount everything that had happened the night before. As she spoke, Laila listened intently, her anger flaring up again at every mention of Chris’s cruelty. She cursed him under her breath, but Emma carefully avoided mentioning anything about her and Leo.

By the time Emma finished, Laila was seething with rage, but she knew Emma was right. Confronting Chris directly could have serious repercussions, not just for Emma but for her father’s business as well.

“I can’t believe that bastard tried to sleep with you,” Laila said angrily.

“Gosh I feel like straggling him to death Emma, I fucking hate him right now “.

“I hate him too”.

“Everyone thinks he’s an angel only if they knew,” Laila said, her anger increasing.

Emma wiped away the few tears that had escaped and looked at Laila, grateful for her friend’s support.

As Laila and Emma settled in with their pizza, the comforting sounds of “Sweet Home” Season 2 playing in the background, the tension from earlier began to fade. Laila’s presence always had a way of making Emma feel safe, even when the world outside felt like it was closing in.

“Laila,” Emma called softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Hmm?” Laila responded, her eyes still on the screen.

“Don’t you find the Miller brothers a bit… weird?” Emma asked, her gaze drifting to the ceiling as she pondered.

Laila turned to her, confused. “How so?”

Emma sat up, turning to face Laila directly. “Chris hates Leo so much. From the past few days I’ve spent with them, it’s clear he despises his very existence.”

Laila studied her for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I remember when my father took me to their house. Chris used to pick on Leo when they were young.”

Emma wasn’t surprised by this revelation. “You thought it was just them playing?” she asked

Laila shook her head slightly. “It always felt more intense than that, but I didn’t think much of it back then.”

Emma hesitated, then voiced something that had been bothering her. “Why does Leo look so different from the rest? I mean, Nathan, Alex, and Chris all look alike with their black hair and brown eyes, but Leo… he has that white-blonde hair and those two different-colored eyes, one green, the other blue. Don’t you find it strange?”

Laila leaned back, considering Emma’s words. “Nope, not really. Their father has green eyes, and their mother has brown. And Leo does resemble his father, though only a little. From what I’ve heard, Leo took after his great-grandfather’s features more. There’s nothing to worry about.

Though they don’t know where the blue eyes came from, they said it had something to do with Leo’s pregnancy when Mrs Miller was pregnant “.

Emma nodded slowly, absorbing Laila’s explanation. “I guess that makes sense,” she murmured, though a lingering curiosity remained. After all, Laila had known the Millers far longer than she had. If Laila wasn’t worried, maybe she shouldn’t be either.

But deep down, Emma couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the Miller family than met the eye.

••••••••••

AT THE MANSION

Emma stood in front of the mansion, taking a deep breath to steel herself. She knew what she had to do—end things with Chris, once and for all. It wasn’t going to be easy, but she couldn’t continue living like this.

As she walked inside, just as she had expected, Chris was in the living room, lounging as if he owned the place. The moment he saw her, he sprang to his feet and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Babe,” he said, his voice dripping with false sweetness. Emma fought the urge to gag.

“Babe, where did you go? I missed you,” he added, his tone manipulative. Emma gently pushed him away, her resolve firming.

“Chris, I can’t do this anymore,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides.

“What do you mean?” Chris asked, feigning ignorance as if he didn’t know exactly what she was talking about.

“I can’t keep being your girlfriend, Chris. And I don’t care if you try to expel me from school,” Emma declared, her voice growing stronger with each word.

For a moment, there was silence. Then Chris let out a maniacal laugh, the sound echoing off the walls.

“So, you think you’re leaving me?” he said, his eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of amusement and anger.

“Chris, I don’t love you,” Emma said, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Do I look like I care? You’re mine!” he yelled, his voice booming. Emma took a step back, trying to distance herself from the madness radiating off him.

“I’m not yours, Chris. In fact, I’m going to get my things and leave.” She turned to go, but Chris grabbed her arm, yanking her back and slamming her against the wall.

“I’ll make sure no university takes you in,” he snarled, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging as he glared at her.

“You can’t do this,” Emma cried, staring at him in horror.

“Don’t underestimate me. My father is one of the top five richest men in the world. I can make sure every country rejects you from entering any university,” Chris said, his voice laced with a dangerous certainty.

Emma swallowed hard, her fear intensifying. She could see now that he meant every word. “You’re not leaving me, Emma. It’s too late because you’ve already stolen my heart,” Chris continued, and Emma’s eyes widened in shock.

“No, you—” she began, but Chris cut her off.

“Yes, Emma, I’m in love with you, and I’m not letting you go,” he said, dropping the bombshell that left Emma frozen in place.

“If you try to leave me, since your parents are dead and can’t suffer, your friend Laila will suffer for your actions. I’ll make sure her family ends up as nothing but poor, wretched souls, poorer than even the street beggars,” Chris threatened, his voice chillingly calm.

Emma’s eyes widened in terror. It was too late. There was no turning back now. Tears began to well up, blurring her vision as she realized the depth of the trap she had fallen into.

“You can’t do this,” Emma sobbed, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Shh, love,” Chris cooed, his voice soft and sinister. “I’ll do anything to make you mine.”

“I don’t love you,” she whispered, but her defiance only seemed to fuel his rage. Chris’s hand wrapped tightly around her neck, choking her. Emma struggled, clawing at his hand, but his grip was unyielding, his eyes gleaming with a terrifying mix of possessiveness and fury.

Just as suddenly, he released her, and Emma collapsed to the floor, gasping for air, tears streaming down her face. Chris crouched down to her level, his expression shifting to one of mock concern.

“Repeat that, love,” he said, a sinful smile playing on his lips.

Emma shivered, her entire body trembling with fear. “I—I love you,” she stuttered, her voice shaking.

“I love you too, babe,” Chris replied, his tone sickeningly sweet. He leaned in, crushing his lips against hers in a forceful kiss, as tears continued to fall from Emma’s eyes.

“You’re already mine, Emma. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Do you get that?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.

“Yes, Chris,” Emma whispered, her voice hollow, the fear coursing through her veins like ice.

Chris’s face lit up with a childlike smile, and that innocent expression only made Emma fear him more. “Good, love. We’re together forever,” he whispered, his voice filled with twisted satisfaction.

Emma knew, at that moment, that there was no escaping him. She was already in the hands of the devil, and he wasn’t letting her go.

TBC…

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Living With The Billionaire’s Heirs Chapter 7

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LIVING WITH THE BILLIONAIRE’S HEIRS
(Four Heirs, One heart…)

THEME: Unexpected Love

By; Anonymous Books

Chapter 7

Emma watched as Laila walked away, a sigh escaping her lips. She needed to be alone, to think, and she knew their science classroom would be empty. As she made her way there, she paused at the entrance, her breath catching when she saw Chris standing in the doorway, looking as if he was waiting for someone. The moment he saw her, he quickly looked away, but she could tell he had been waiting for her.

Rolling her eyes, Emma decided to ignore him, trying to walk past him into the classroom. But just as she was about to enter, Chris grabbed her arm, his grip firm. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his hold, pulling her closer and pushing her against the wall, trapping her between his arms.

“Let me go,” she demanded, her voice edged with anger, but Chris remained silent, his gaze intense as he stared at her.

“What do you want?” she snapped, folding her arms defensively. But Chris continued to just look at her, his eyes scanning her face.

He had been searching for her all morning, frustrated and angry that she had left the mansion without him. They were supposed to go to school together, but after last night, she had slipped away, leaving him fuming. His anger wasn’t just about her leaving, though. It was about Leo. The thought of Leo made Chris’s blood boil. He wanted to make Leo pay for being the cause of Emma ignoring him.

As he stared at her, Chris couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked, her green eyes sparkling with defiance. For a moment, his anger melted, replaced by something else, something he didn’t quite understand.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, the words foreign on his tongue. He had never apologized to anyone before, not his parents, not his brothers no one.

“What?” Emma’s eyes widened in shock. Did Chris just apologize to her?

“Stop ignoring me,” he said, and before she could respond, he pulled her into a tight hug, holding her as if he feared she might disappear.

Emma tried to push him away, but his grip only tightened. “It’s not me you should apologize to apologize to Leo,” she said, her voice firm.

At her words, Chris’s expression darkened, his hold on her loosening as he glared down at her with a fury that made her shiver. “There’s no fucking way I’m apologizing to that bastard!” he yelled, his voice loud enough to draw the attention of passersby.

Emma glanced around, uncomfortable with the eyes on them. “I’m leaving,” she said, trying to step away, but Chris grabbed her again, this time even more forcefully.

“Now listen here, and listen carefully,” he began, his voice low and dangerous, sending a chill down Emma’s spine. “You are my fucking girlfriend, and you do what I say. You don’t have the right to tell me what to do or who to apologize to,” he hissed, his words filled with a venom that made her nod quickly in fear.

“Be a good girlfriend, or I’ll fucking kick you out,” Chris threatened, his grip on her tightening painfully. Emma nodded again, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Words, baby,” he demanded.

“Yes, Chris,” she whispered, her voice trembling. A smile slowly spread across his face, as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t just threatened her.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. “Kiss me back,” he ordered, and Emma, too scared to refuse, did as he commanded, kissing him back with as much emotion as she could muster.

When he finally broke the kiss, he intertwined their hands together. “Let’s go back home. Oh, and I forgot to tell you, we’re going to your freshers’ party tomorrow night,” Chris said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Emma wanted to protest, to tell him she didn’t want to go, but the words caught in her throat, trapped by fear. “Okay,” she whispered, barely audible.

“That’s my good girl,” Chris said, a smug smirk curling his lips as he led her away, the threat still lingering in the air between them.

••••••••••

FRESHERS’ PARTY NIGHT

Tonight was the night of the fresher’s party, and Emma was going with Chris.

Earlier that evening, Chris had taken her to one of the most expensive stores in town. He insisted on buying her a new dress, shoes, and even arranging a complete makeover. Emma couldn’t say no, even though she clearly didn’t want any of it.

Back at the house, Alex decided to spend the night at his friend’s dorm to study for an upcoming test, avoiding the possibility of Chris coming home drunk. Nathan, on the other hand, had to leave earlier after an urgent call from his parents. As for Leo, he hadn’t been seen since the incident two nights ago, and it seemed he was keeping to himself in his room.

As Emma stared at herself in the mirror, she barely recognized the girl looking back at her. The dress she wore was short, just grazing her mid-thighs, a deep emerald green that accentuated her light ash-brown hair. It clung to her in all the right places, the neckline dipping low enough to make her feel self-conscious. The black stiletto heels added height, making her appear taller and more elegant, but they also made her feel unsteady. Her normally natural waves had been transformed into soft, glamorous curls cascading over her shoulders. The makeup was heavier than she was used to, giving her a sophisticated look that felt foreign. She looked like someone who was born into wealth, someone who had everything handed to them on a silver platter. But it wasn’t her. It was uncomfortable.

“Miss, you look beautiful,” one of the makeup artists said, and Emma forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes.

“This way,” the artist instructed, leading Emma out to where Chris was waiting.

Chris was leaning casually against the wall, dressed in a sleek black leather jacket over a tight-fitting white shirt and dark jeans. He looked every bit the part of the bad boy that girls usually swooned over, and he knew it. As soon as Emma appeared, his eyes widened in surprise, clearly taken aback by her transformation.

“You look… stunning,” he finally managed to say, though Emma’s smile remained forced, her discomfort obvious under his intense gaze. He looked at her like she was something to devour.

“Let’s go,” Chris said, leading her to his car, a sleek black Lamborghini that turned heads the moment they pulled up.

When they arrived at the party, all eyes were on the car. As Chris stepped out, the girls went wild, screaming and even fainting at the sight of him. It was a cliché reaction that made Emma’s stomach turn.

Chris walked around to her side, opening the passenger door and offering his hand. Emma took it, stepping out into the sea of whispers and stares.

“Has she always been this beautiful?”
“They look cute together.”
“Still from a poor home, though…”

The whispers were relentless, but Chris and Emma ignored them as they made their way towards the entrance. Chris’s arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, making it clear to everyone that she was his.

“Are you okay?” Chris asked, and Emma nodded, though anyone watching closely could see the uncertainty in her eyes.

“Yes,” she replied softly, but it was hard to believe her.

An hour into the party, Emma was sitting uncomfortably on Chris’s lap, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. He had insisted she stay there with him, surrounded by his group of friends who kept eyeing her like a piece of meat. Some of them even tried flirting with her, making her visibly uncomfortable. Emma sat silently, sipping on a glass of milk Chris had told her not to drink alcohol because he thought she was still too young. Not that she minded, but it was clear he was controlling her every move.

Suddenly, Chris stood up, pulling Emma to her feet without a word. He began leading her away from the auditorium where the party was being held.

“Where are we going?” Emma asked, her voice tinged with anxiety, but Chris didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled out a key and unlocked a door at the end of a quiet hallway. Inside was a small, empty room with a single bed. Without hesitation, Chris locked the door behind them.

Emma’s heart raced with fear. Anyone watching would see the panic in her eyes as she realized what might happen next.

“Baby, you’re fucking tempting,” Chris said, his voice low and husky. Before Emma could protest, he forcefully pressed his lips against hers, his hands roaming under her dress as he pushed her towards the bed.

“Chris, please no,” Emma managed to push him away, her hands shaking with fear.

“Why? You’re my girlfriend,” Chris snapped, his anger flaring as he yelled at her.

“I’m not ready,” Emma’s voice trembled, tears streaming down her face. But Chris ignored her, smashing his lips against hers again, his hands grabbing her roughly.

In a desperate attempt to make him stop, Emma bit his lip. But it only made things worse. Chris’s hand came down hard on her face, the slap echoing in the small room.

“Are you crazy, you bitch? How dare you?” he screamed, his eyes wild with fury. “You, this poor thing, you should be grateful I’m even getting you expensive things. Don’t regret it when I sleep with other girls!” With that, he stormed out, leaving Emma alone and crying.

As she touched her bruised cheek, anyone watching would see the deep disgust and shame in her eyes. She was horrified by what had just happened. She needed to get out of there fast.

As Emma rushed out of the room, tears streaming down her face, she caught sight of Chris locked in a passionate embrace with Beatrice. Beatrice looked up and, upon seeing Emma, smirked smugly, clearly enjoying Emma’s distress. Those around them, oblivious to the real reason for Emma’s tears, assumed she was upset about Chris cheating on her. The crowd began to mock her, their cruel laughter echoing in the hallway. They whispered harsh words, saying she wasn’t enough to keep her boyfriend.

Unable to bear the humiliation, Emma ran out of the building and called a cab, desperate to escape. When she arrived back at the mansion, she collapsed onto the cold floor of the parlor, sobbing uncontrollably. She kicked off her heels, no longer caring about the expensive makeover Chris had forced upon her.

Upstairs, Leo was in his room, nursing his own troubles. He noticed that his water bottle was empty and sighed, dreading the thought of going downstairs, even though he knew the house was empty. Reluctantly, he decided to venture down to the kitchen.

As he approached the living room, he heard someone crying. His steps faltered as he came across Emma, curled up on the floor, her dress disheveled and her face streaked with tears. Her shirt was barely covering her, and her cheek was visibly bruised. Their eyes met, and for a moment, Leo’s stoic expression softened, but he quickly looked away and continued towards the kitchen.

After grabbing a new bottle of water, Leo turned to head back upstairs, but Emma rushed towards him, stopping him in his tracks. She grabbed his shirt, forcing him to face her. Leo stiffened, wanting nothing to do with her. She was Chris’s girlfriend, and anything involving Chris was bound to bring trouble. He tried to walk away, but she blocked his path.

Before he could react, Emma threw herself into his arms, catching him off guard. The bottle of water slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor as she started crying, her sobs wracking her small frame. Leo froze, unsure of what to do. He had never been in a situation like this, never had a girl cry so desperately in his arms.

“He hit me,” Emma hiccuped, her voice barely a whisper as she clung to him. Leo stood still, his face impassive, though his mind raced. “I didn’t want him to take my virginity, so I bit his lip, and he hit me.” Her words came out in a rush, her tears soaking through his white shirt.

Leo said nothing, his expression unreadable. Emma continued to cry, her words tumbling out between sobs. “I didn’t want this,” she repeated, her voice breaking with each syllable.

Leo’s thoughts were conflicted. He wanted to help, but he knew that getting involved with Chris’s girlfriend was dangerous. After a moment of hesitation, he gently pushed her away, breaking the embrace. Emma gasped as she watched him walk away, his back turned coldly towards her as he ascended the stairs.

She stood there, staring after him, feeling more alone than ever. After what felt like hours, she finally dragged herself to her room. She took a long, hot shower, trying to wash away the feeling of Chris’s touch. Dressed in comfortable pajamas, she lay in bed, but every time she closed her eyes, memories of Chris’s hands on her body made her jolt awake. Sleep was impossible.

With Laila not around to comfort her, Emma felt completely lost. In desperation, she ran out of her room and up the stairs, searching for Leo’s room. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be there, but fear overpowered her sense of propriety.

Leo had just changed into his pajamas and was about to climb into bed when the door to his room swung open. Emma stood there, tears in her eyes, looking utterly defeated.

“Get out,” Leo said immediately, his voice firm.

“Please, I’m scared. I can’t sleep because I keep thinking of Chris’s hands on my body,” Emma pleaded, her voice trembling. But Leo’s expression remained hard as stone.

“Get out of my room,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Emma didn’t budge. Instead, she climbed onto his bed, pulling the duvet over herself, seeking comfort in his presence. “Please, please,” she begged, her voice breaking as she started to sob again.

Leo knew this was wrong. If Chris found out, he would be furious, and Leo wasn’t sure he could handle the consequences. But seeing her in this state, so broken and vulnerable, stirred something in him. He couldn’t turn her away, not when she was so clearly in need of comfort, a feeling he knew all too well.

With a heavy sigh, Leo sat down on the edge of the bed, a book in his hand as if to distract himself from the situation. He didn’t say a word, keeping his emotions in check.

“Thank you,” Emma whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.

Leo didn’t respond. He just stared at the book in his hand, trying to focus on the words, though they blurred together as he struggled to suppress the conflicting emotions swirling within him.

Slowly, Emma reached out, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his pajama shirt as she closed her eyes, hoping the nightmare would fade away. Finally, exhaustion took over, and she drifted into a restless sleep, her breathing evening out as the tears on her cheeks dried. Leo remained seated beside her, his gaze distant as he kept watch, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders.

Leo stared at the sleeping Emma, her soft breaths the only sound in the quiet room. This was the first time he had ever let a girl into his private space; not even his brothers were allowed in. His gaze lingered on her tear-streaked face, her cheeks still red from the slap Chris had delivered, and her eyes swollen from crying.

Leaning in carefully, Leo reached out to gently remove a strand of hair that had fallen near her mouth. For a moment, his fingers brushed against her skin, and a strange warmth spread through him.

Realizing what he had done, he quickly pulled back, clearing his throat in an attempt to regain his composure. Guilt and confusion gnawed at him; he wasn’t sure why he had let her into his room in the first place. The whole situation felt wrong, yet he couldn’t bring himself to turn her away.

As the night wore on, Leo tried to focus on his book, but the words became a blur. Eventually, sleep overcame him, and he dozed off, the book still in his arms, with Emma sleeping beside him.

Meanwhile, Chris stumbled out of his car, reeking of alcohol but still conscious enough to regret what he had done earlier. He hated himself for hitting Emma, and now, all he wanted was to see her and somehow make things right.

“Emma!” he called out, his voice echoing in the stillness of the night. It was two in the morning, and he assumed she must already be asleep.

He made his way to her room, but it was empty. Panic began to rise in his chest as he called out her name again, but there was no response. Frantically, Chris checked Nathan’s, Alex’s, and his own room, but she was nowhere to be found.

Then, a troubling thought crossed his mind the possibility that Emma might be with Leo. It seemed unlikely, but he had to be sure. He knew Leo wouldn’t usually let anyone into his room, least of all Emma, but desperation clouded his judgment.

His anger simmered as he stood in front of Leo’s door, his heart pounding in his chest. He hated Leo with a passion, but right now, he needed to find Emma. Taking a deep breath, Chris reached for the doorknob and slowly opening the door .

TBC…

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Living With The Billionaire’s Heirs Chapter 5

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Emma wasn’t shocked by what had happened. In fact, she found herself kissing him back. His lips were soft, and for a moment, she lost herself in the kiss, not knowing why but simply feeling.

Then, the moment shattered as a thunderous voice boomed from behind her, making her blood run cold.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Chris yelled, his eyes burning with wildfire.

Emma’s heart was beating fast, and fear immediately rushed through her body. Chris was boiling with anger as he rushed toward Nathan and punched him in the face.

Nathan stumbled back but didn’t say anything. Chris was about to hit him again when Emma immediately stepped in front of Nathan.

“That’s enough!” she yelled, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance.

“You fucking kissed him, and now you’re defending him?” Chris yelled, his voice filled with betrayal.

But Emma didn’t respond, standing firm between the two brothers.

“Nathan, go,” she whispered urgently.

“But–”

“Just go,” Emma insisted, her eyes pleading. Nathan hesitated, then gave Emma one last look before facing Chris and walking away, his steps heavy with regret.

Chris’s rage hadn’t subsided. “You fucking kissed my brother,” he seethed.

“So what?” Emma shot back, her voice rising in defiance.

“You’re cheating on me!” Chris shouted, his anger blazing.

“You were busy flirting with other girls and left me on my own!” Emma retorted, her own frustration boiling over.

Hearing this, Chris’s anger abruptly cooled, replaced by a sly smile that sent a shiver down Emma’s spine. “So you were jealous,” he said, stepping closer to her and pulling her roughly by the waist.

Emma wanted to deny it, to tell him she wasn’t jealous, but the words stuck in her throat. She decided to stay silent, not wanting to make the situation worse.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m all yours,” Chris murmured, before kissing her on the lips. The taste of him made Emma want to throw up, but she forced herself to endure it.

After the kiss, Chris looked at Emma as if she were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “I’ll take you home, but I’m coming back to the party. I have unfinished business,” he said, and Emma looked at him with disgust etched across her face.

The drive back to the mansion was silent. As soon as they arrived, Emma didn’t wait for him. She walked inside, eager to put as much distance between them as possible. To her surprise, she saw Leo sitting alone in the living room.

When Leo looked up, his cold blue and green eyes locked onto hers, sending a strange flutter through her stomach.

“Hi,” Emma said, her voice soft.

Leo immediately looked away, standing up to head to his room.

“Wait!” Emma didn’t know what came over her, but she rushed to him and grabbed his wrist. Leo, who hated being touched, pushed her away with force, and Emma stumbled, falling to the floor.

“Ouch,” she whined, rubbing her sore wrist.

Leo’s eyes widened in shock. He hadn’t meant to push her that hard. “I’m sorry,” he said, and Emma’s eyes widened in surprise. His voice it was the first time she had heard it. It was beautiful, hypnotizing, and it made her heart race.

“Are you alright?” Leo asked, his cold demeanor melting away to reveal genuine concern.

Emma couldn’t take her eyes off him. She wanted him to stay, to be close to him. “I’m hurt,” she said, pretending her injury was worse than it was.

Leo rushed toward her, lifting her in his arms in a bridal style, surprising Emma as he gently placed her on the couch.

Emma was still in shock until she felt something cold on her ankle. Leo was placing ice on it, his touch careful and tender.

She couldn’t help but smile. “So, you’re Leo. Why do you rarely talk? Oh, I love your eyes,” Emma said, her voice light with curiosity.

Leo froze, his hands stilling. “Leo, are you okay?” she asked, noticing the sudden shift in his demeanor. His once-worried expression hardened, his cold, mysterious aura returning.

Without a word, Leo stood up and walked upstairs toward his room, leaving Emma sitting on the couch, confused and hurt by his abrupt departure.

“Did I say something wrong?” she murmured to herself, her heart heavy with uncertainty.

••••••••••

WESTWOOD UNIVERSITY

As Emma and Chris walked out of his car, all eyes were on them. Chris kept his hand firmly wrapped around her waist as they made their way to her class. Emma felt a wave of discomfort wash over her. Being close to Chris like this, especially in front of everyone, made her uneasy. But she knew she had no choice but to play along and be his girlfriend until he eventually tired of her. It was the only way she could ensure she made it through college.

Attending Westwood University was the worst decision she had ever made.

When they reached her class, Chris pulled her close and planted a kiss on her lips in front of everyone in the hallway. Emma forced a smile and nodded before heading into the classroom.

“Babe, don’t leave without me, okay?” Chris called after her. Emma nodded once more before stepping inside, feeling all the stares on her.

She didn’t acknowledge the looks and murmurs as she walked to her seat, pulling out a book from her bag. Before she could even open it, a girl stood in front of her desk, blocking her view. Emma looked up, recognizing the girl as one of her classmates who had previously called her a peasant.

She chose to ignore her.

“Emma, right?” the girl said, but Emma remained silent.

“Beatrice, she thinks she’s better than us just because she’s dating Chris,” another girl behind her said with a sneer.

“Listen here, Emma,” Beatrice continued, her voice dripping with disdain. “I know you’re a scholarship student, but stay away from Chris. He’s mine. I’ve been with him long before you came here.”

Emma finally looked up at Beatrice, her expression calm and composed. “So, you’ve been with Chris, and you’re still in your first year while he’s in his second? I guess you never passed your exams, huh?” she said with a mocking smile.

Beatrice’s face flushed red with anger as a few classmates snickered.

“You peasant! Do you know who you’re talking to?” she yelled, but Emma remained unfazed.

“Don’t know, and don’t care,” Emma replied nonchalantly. At first, she had been afraid of talking back to these spoiled rich students, worried they might have her expelled. But now, dating Chris gave her a shield of sorts, and she wasn’t about to let anyone walk all over her.

Beatrice was about to retort when the teacher walked in, forcing her to retreat to her seat. The class began, and Emma focused on the lecture, relieved to be done with the confrontation.

As soon as class ended, Emma grabbed her bag and hurried out. She decided to find Leo, eager to give him the letter Laila had entrusted to her. But more than that, she simply wanted to see him again.

Recalling that Leo was in the art class, she asked a few students for directions to the building. She searched several rooms but found no sign of him. After what felt like an endless search, Emma was about to give up when she noticed a less noticeable building nearby.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she headed inside. As she approached one of the rooms, she finally found him. Leo was alone, painting, with his headset on. He looked like a Greek god who had descended from heaven, his hands moving with a majestic grace. The sight of him took her breath away.

There was something about Leo so intense and mysterious at the same time that captivated her. She couldn’t look away, drawn to him in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

Leo felt the presence behind him before he even turned around. When he saw that it was Chris’s girlfriend, Emma, his expression hardened. He hated being interrupted, especially by anyone connected to Chris. Without saying a word, he removed his headset, staring coldly at her. He considered telling her to leave but decided against it. He wanted nothing to do with Chris’s life, and she was a part of it a part that could only bring him trouble.

He removed the apron that had a bit of paint on it and walked over to the basin to wash his hands. Emma, who had been silently watching his every move, snapped out of her thoughts.

“Hi,” she said, her voice soft, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

Leo ignored her, grabbing his bag, his intention clear. He wanted to leave. Emma rushed to catch up with him but stopped short, remembering that Leo didn’t like being touched.

“I have—” Emma began, but before she could finish, Leo caught sight of someone approaching the room. His expression darkened further as he recognized Laila. He despised her presence; her obsessive attention made him deeply uncomfortable.

Emma noticed Leo tense up and followed his gaze to see Laila coming their way. Panic surged through her. If Laila saw her alone with Leo, things could quickly turn messy. But beneath the panic, Emma also felt a strange irritation at the idea of Laila being near Leo.

Without warning, Leo grabbed her hand, pulling her along. He moved quickly toward a small, hidden room that was just big enough for one person a place he usually went when he needed to escape during panic attacks. He pushed Emma inside before following, gently closing the door behind them.

The space was tight, barely large enough to fit them both, but there was a small gap between them. Leo was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on a small hole in the door as he watched Laila enter the room they had just left. Emma, shocked by the sudden turn of events, found herself smiling.

She was breathing just as hard, her body pressed close to his. She could feel the heat radiating from him, their proximity sending a strange sensation through her stomach. The tight quarters left little room for movement, but Emma found herself drawn closer to him, her body brushing against his.

Without thinking, she pressed her body against him, feeling the firmness of his chest against her. The sudden contact caused her breath to hitch, and before she could stop herself, she whispered his name, “Leo.”

Leo turned to her, his eyes wide with surprise. Emma’s body moved instinctively, pressing even closer until she felt his growing arousal against her. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stifle it.

Leo’s eyes widened further, and in a flash, he slapped his hand over her mouth, his gaze a mix of shock and something else something he couldn’t quite place. Emma’s eyes widened as well, realizing what she had just done.

The closeness, the heat between them it was overwhelming. Slowly, Leo’s hand dropped from her mouth, but the tension between them only grew.

“Leo?” Laila’s voice called out, echoing through the empty room outside. Leo panicked, desperately hoping she wouldn’t find them in there.

Emma’s eyes were locked on Leo’s, and then they shifted to his lips. Her body seemed to move on its own, driven by a force she couldn’t control. No one had ever made her feel this way before.

Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around Leo’s neck and pressed her lips to his. Leo’s eyes widened in shock, his body stiffening at the unexpected kiss.

TBC…

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As Emma sat at a small table in the corner of the bustling coffee shop, she sipped her latte, glancing at her watch with growing impatience. The minutes ticked by, each one adding to her irritation. She had been there for nearly half an hour, and Laila was nowhere to be seen. Emma sighed, tapping her fingers on the table, the sound almost drowned out by the hum of conversation around her.

Just as she was about to send a frustrated text, the door swung open, and in walked Laila, her face lit up with a bright smile as if she hadn’t just kept Emma waiting for ages.

“Hey, Emma!” Laila called out, making her way over to the table.

Emma fixed her friend with a pointed stare. “You’re 20 minutes late, Laila. That’s a long time.”

Laila’s smile faltered, and she quickly sat down, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “I’m so sorry, Emma. I lost track of time.”

Emma narrowed her eyes but decided to let it slide. “Why did you want to see me, anyway?”

Laila hesitated, her nervousness apparent as she reached into her bag. She pulled out a small envelope, the edges slightly crumpled, and handed it to Emma with trembling hands.

Emma took the envelope, staring at it with confusion. “What’s this for?”

“It’s…it’s a love letter,” Laila admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Emma’s brow furrowed. “A love letter? Then why are you giving it to me?”

Laila bit her lip, her gaze dropping to the table. “I…I want you to give it to Leo.”

Emma’s eyes widened, and she nearly dropped the letter in shock. “Are you fucking kidding me, Laila? I’m not doing that. I literally told you to stay away from the Miller boys!”

Laila’s expression crumbled, her desperation clear. “Please, Emma. Just this once. All my life, I’ve been in love with Leo, ever since I was 16, but he’s never even looked my way. I’m desperate, Emma. If you help me give this to him, I promise I won’t ask you to do it again.”

Emma’s anger began to fade as she saw the misery on Laila’s face. She sighed, leaning back in her chair. “If you know that Leo doesn’t care, then why bother?”

Tears welled up in Laila’s eyes as she clutched her hands together. “I don’t know, Emma. I just… I just love him. He’s the main reason I came to this university. I can’t help how I feel.”

Emma’s heart softened as she watched her friend struggle with her emotions. It was clear that Laila had been carrying this burden for a long time. Emma took a deep breath, feeling her resolve weaken. “Fine, I’ll do it. But if he doesn’t take it, don’t get mad at me, and I won’t do this again.”

Laila’s face lit up, and before Emma could react, Laila had jumped out of her seat and wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug. “Thank you, bestie! What would I do without you?”

Emma couldn’t help but smile, returning the hug. “Nothing,” she said, her voice softening as she held her friend close.

••••••••••

Emma spent the rest of her day in the library, trying to focus on her studies, but her mind kept drifting back to the letter she had promised to deliver. As the hours passed, the sun began to set, and she knew it was time to head back to her dorm or more accurately, the mansion where she lived with the Miller boys. The thought of facing them filled her with a sense of dread, but she pushed it aside and made her way back.

When she arrived, the familiar sounds of laughter and video games greeted her. Chris and Alex were engrossed in their game, the flashing lights from the TV reflecting off their faces, while Nathan sat nearby, scrolling through his phone. Emma hesitated for a moment at the door, steeling herself for what was to come.

Ignoring Chris and Alex, she walked straight to Nathan. “Nathan,” she called, trying to keep her voice steady.

Nathan looked up from his phone and smiled warmly at her. “Hey, Emma. What’s up?”

She shifted uncomfortably, glancing around the room before speaking. “Um, where’s Leo?”

The moment the words left her mouth, Chris turned to her, his expression darkening. “Why the fuck are you looking for that bastard?” he snapped, causing Emma to freeze.

Emma turned to face Chris, her mind racing with irritation. She couldn’t understand why he hated Leo so much. From the very first day she had arrived, Chris had shown nothing but hostility whenever Leo’s name was mentioned. It was baffling, and she was already sick of it. But rather than confronting him, she chose to ignore his outburst.

“Is he in his room?” she asked Nathan, her voice firmer now.

Nathan nodded, though he looked concerned. “Yeah, but why do you want to see him?”

Emma hesitated, her hand tightening around the letter in her pocket. “I have something important to tell him,” she said, trying to avoid the prying eyes of the others.

Chris was fuming now, his fists clenching. “Why? Is it so important that you can’t say it in front of us?”

“Yes,” she snapped back, meeting his glare with one of her own.

“Chris, that’s enough,” Nathan interjected, sensing the tension rising, but Chris ignored him. Instead, he grabbed Emma by the wrist, yanking her towards another room.

“What the fuck, Chris?” Emma shouted, wincing as she looked down at her bruised wrist.

“Stay away from Leo!” Chris roared, his eyes blazing with fury.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do!” Emma shot back, her own anger bubbling to the surface. She had tolerated Chris’s behavior for too long, and she was done with it.

“Yes, I can. You’re my fucking girlfriend!” Chris yelled, his voice echoing off the walls.

Emma’s breath caught in her throat. “I’m not,” she spat back, her voice trembling with both fear and defiance.

Chris glared at her, the room crackling with tension. Without another word, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The call was answered almost immediately.

“I want to report an issue,” Chris said coldly, his eyes never leaving Emma’s. “I’ve been violated by Emma Harper. I want her out of Westwood University immediately.”

Emma’s heart sank as she realized the weight of his words. Within seconds, her phone buzzed with a notification she had been expelled.

Chris ended the call and lowered the phone, his face a mask of fury. “I’ll only get you back in if you agree to be my girlfriend. Never deny it, and do as I say. Don’t you dare disobey me,” he growled.

Emma stared at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and helplessness. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to fight back, but she knew there was nothing she could do. She was trapped.

“I agree,” she whispered, the words burning her throat. Inside, she was boiling with rage, but on the outside, she was forced to comply.

Chris sent a quick message, and Emma’s phone buzzed again she had been reinstated. He walked towards her, a twisted smile on his face as he pulled her close.

“You can’t disobey, love. Stay the fuck away from Leo,” Chris warned, his tone dangerously soft.

All Emma could do was nod, her mind numb with anger and frustration.

Chris’s demeanor changed instantly, his smile widening. “My darling, get ready. We’re going to a party tonight, and I’m taking you along.”

Emma wanted to refuse, but she knew the consequences if she did. Chris would make good on his threats. She nodded mechanically, her mind racing with thoughts of escape.

As she walked away, she spotted Leo coming down the stairs, but he didn’t spare her a glance. She wanted to call out for him but before she could, Chris was by her side, wrapping his arm possessively around her waist.

“Remember to always obey me, love,” he whispered in her ear, the word “love” making her stomach turn.

Emma forced a smile, but inside, she was seething with a rage that threatened to consume her. She wished more than anything that she had never crossed paths with Chris.

••••••••••

As Emma walked into the mansion, the smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air, mixing with the pulsating beat of the music. Chris’s arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, a constant reminder of the control he wielded over her. Emma despised what she was wearing. She had wanted to dress comfortably in cargo pants and a hoodie, but Chris had immediately shot down the idea. Instead, he had ordered an outfit that cost a fortune.

She was now dressed in a form-fitting, dark emerald green dress by Versace. The dress clung to her body, with a daringly low neckline that made her feel exposed, and the fabric shimmered under the dim lights. The hemline stopped mid-thigh, leaving her legs bare and accentuated by a pair of white Gucci sneakers with gold accents. Around her neck, Chris had placed a delicate Tiffany & Co. necklace, the small diamond pendant resting just above her collarbone. The outfit was completed with a designer leather jacket that she had draped over her shoulders, a token attempt to retain some sense of comfort.

As they entered the party, all eyes turned toward them. Emma could feel the weight of their stares, and her skin prickled with discomfort.

“Is she the peasant?” someone whispered.

“She looks different,” another voice commented.

“She’s pretty,” a third person chimed in.

“She’s still a peasant,” the first voice added dismissively.

Chris’s voice boomed across the room, silencing the whispers. “Let me make everything clear to you guys,” he said, pulling Emma closer to him. “If anyone dares call my girlfriend all sorts of names or tries to bully her, I swear I will make you regret it.”

With that, he tilted Emma’s chin up and kissed her, hard and possessive. She wanted to pull away, but Chris’s grip tightened.

“Kiss me back,” he ordered quietly, and with no other choice, Emma did as he demanded.

The party resumed around them, but Emma’s mind was elsewhere. She scanned the room, searching for Laila, but she was nowhere to be found. The stares continued to burn into her, and the pressure became too much. Feeling suffocated, she made her way outside, desperate for some fresh air.

She inhaled deeply, the cool night air filling her lungs. It was a brief reprieve from the overwhelming tension inside.

“Hey,” a voice said softly from behind her. Emma turned to see Nathan standing beside her, a small, comforting smile on his face.

She returned the smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I know you hate Chris now,” Nathan said with a chuckle.

“I really hate him,” Emma admitted, not bothering to hide her disdain.

“Just give him time,” Nathan said, though his tone suggested he didn’t entirely believe his own words. “He’s just spoiled. He’s our parents’ favorite, that’s why.”

Emma didn’t respond. Instead, she looked up at the sky, closing her eyes as memories of her parents washed over her. She missed them so much that she didn’t notice the tear slipping down her cheek until Nathan’s gentle voice broke through her thoughts.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, concern lacing his words.

Emma opened her eyes, startled to find herself crying. She let out a bitter laugh. “I’m fine,” she lied, trying to brush it off.

Nathan stepped closer, his hand reaching out to wipe away her tears. They were so close now that she could feel his breath on her skin. They stood there, staring at each other, the world around them fading away.

Nathan couldn’t take his eyes off her. She had always been beautiful, ever since she first stepped into the mansion, but now… now, something had changed. For the first time, he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of her. He guessed this was what they called love at first sight, though he couldn’t deny the flicker of jealousy he felt towards Chris. But he would never let anything come between him and his brother.

As he wiped away her tears, their faces were inches apart, and before Nathan could think it through, he leaned in and kissed Emma softly.

Emma wasn’t shocked by what had happened. In fact, she found herself kissing him back. His lips were soft, and for a moment, she lost herself in the kiss, not knowing why but simply feeling.

Then, the moment shattered as a thunderous voice boomed from behind her, making her blood run cold.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Chris yelled, his eyes burning with wildfire.

TBC…

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He whispered in her ear, “No one rejects me, Emma. You’re already marked as mine.” With one more kiss on her cheek, he walked out, leaving her with people who looked like they were going to devour her if she took a step.

Emma immediately felt overwhelmed and wished she could just disappear. How had things gone so wrong so quickly? Her dream university was turning into a nightmare, and she had no idea how she was going to survive it.

She didn’t even dare to look at the faces of her classmates before their whispers made her want to disappear.

“I can’t believe she’s living with the Miller boys.”

“She’s a fucking peasant,” another said angrily.

“Hey, you!” a girl said behind her, but Emma didn’t bother to turn.

I need to get the hell out of here, she thought.

“Are you deaf? I’m talking to you,” the same girl said, but Emma didn’t bother turning.

Thank God the teacher immediately entered the class, and all whispers ceased.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Miss Bello, and I’ll be your first-year biology teacher. Please introduce yourselves one by one,” Miss Bello said with a smile.

As everyone started, some even added their family background, making Emma feel so little.

Then it was her turn.

“I’m Emma Harper,” she whispered.

“One of the janitors’ last name is Harper,” a girl in her class said, and everyone laughed.

“She’s the daughter of Aiden Harper,” another said, and the whole class erupted in laughter.

Emma wanted to punch them in the face.

“Silence! Any rude comments in my class, and I’ll make you fail for the rest of the semester,” Miss Bello said, and everyone in the room shut their mouths.

Then she smiled at Emma. “Hey Emma, you aren’t the daughter of the janitor, right?” she asked politely.

“Yes,” Emma said back, and Miss Bello nodded.

“Let’s get to business.” With that, she started teaching, and Emma listened carefully. Biology had always been her favorite subject since high school.

“I’ll see you on Wednesday. Make sure you all do my assignment because that will be your attendance on Wednesday,” Miss Bello said, and the class groaned.

“Yes, Miss Bello,” they said.

Emma didn’t wait as she packed her books in her bag and rushed out. Biology was the only class she had today.

As she walked through the hallway, people kept staring at her with jealousy and saying bad things about her. I’m definitely moving out of that mansion. I can’t afford to lose my scholarship, she thought.

“Hey, you! Chris’s girlfriend!” a voice yelled, and she turned around to see a group of about twenty girls.

They were wearing shirts with Chris’s face on them.

This must be Chris’s crazy fan club. And this was the time to run, and she did.

“Get her!” one yelled, and all twenty of them began to chase her.

She didn’t know where she was going, but she ran and ran until she spotted an open window. Without thinking, she jumped inside, hiding there and waiting for Chris’s stupid fangirls to leave her alone.

Emma immediately pulled out her phone and called Laila. After the first ring, Laila picked up.

“What the fuck am I hearing, Emma?” Laila half-yelled.

“What?!” Emma asked, hoping it hadn’t spread to other departments.

“Have you checked the student portal?” Laila asked.

Emma quickly checked the portal, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. It was a video of Chris kissing her and declaring she was his girlfriend.

“Fuck!” she yelled.

“Emma, are you there?” Laila asked.

“Yes. That fucking Chris. Laila, I swear I’m not his girlfriend,” Emma yelled angrily.

Everything she hadn’t planned for was falling apart.

“You’ve got some explaining to do. Now start,” Laila demanded.

Emma began to tell Laila everything that had happened since she got there.

“I thought it was a joke when I heard you were living with the Miller boys,” Laila said.

“But that’s great,” she continued, and Emma replied, confused.

“You mean a nightmare, right?”

“No, you can help me get to Leo. I’ve been in love with him for ages,” Laila said.

“Leo, the one that keeps to himself?” Emma asked, trying to confirm.

“Yes.”

“I’m not doing that,” Emma immediately said.

“What the fuck, Emma?” Laila yelled.

“Do it yourself, Laila. I’m not involving myself with the Miller boys,” Emma yelled back, and then she switched off her phone.

She sighed tiredly, knowing she’d have to wait until the evening. Then she started to feel dizzy before closing her eyes to rest for just a minute.

••••••••••

Chris was pacing around the living room.

“Chill, bro. I’m sure she’s coming,” Alex said, and Chris glared at him.

Alex immediately raised his hands in surrender.

Then the door opened, but it wasn’t Emma; it was Leo. Leo didn’t say anything as he walked past them, heading upstairs.

“Hey, mute!” Chris said, glaring at Leo angrily.

Nathan wasn’t around to have his back this time.

But Leo didn’t answer as he kept moving forward.

“Are you deaf? Keep looking down on me. You think you’re better than us?” Chris yelled angrily, while Alex just relaxed in his chair.

Leo didn’t say anything as he walked upstairs, completely ignoring Chris’s existence.

“That bastard,” Chris said angrily, smashing the glass of juice that Alex was drinking.

“Hey, that juice wasn’t the cause of your frustration,” Alex yelled, annoyed that Chris had smashed his fruit juice.

“That bastard thinks he’s better than all of us,” Chris said angrily.

Alex didn’t say anything, just smirked. “Or maybe he is,” he joked, wanting to see Chris get even angrier.

“He isn’t, he never will be, and never was!” Chris yelled.

That was exactly what Alex wanted, always enjoying adding more fuel to Chris’s hatred for Leo.

He enjoyed this so much.

“Then show him his place,” Alex said, barely holding back his laughter.

“Gladly,” Chris muttered as he rushed upstairs towards Leo’s room.

Alex immediately started to laugh hard. “That was fun, but I wish I could watch. Too tired to get up,” he whispered to himself, smiling.

Then the door opened.

Emma walked in, feeling exhausted.

“Where were you?” Alex asked, and Emma just sat on the couch beside him.

“I swear I will kill your brother Chris,” Emma said angrily, and Alex burst out laughing.

“I’m going to sleep,” she said, standing up.

“Wait,” Alex said, and Emma turned around.

Alex stood up and stood in front of Emma.

“There’s something I want to confirm,” Alex said.

“Which is?” Emma asked, confused.

Alex grabbed her and kissed her.

Emma tried to pull away, but he held her tightly, pushing his tongue inside her mouth, devouring her lips before pulling away, smiling wide.

Emma stood in shock.

“Chris was right,” Alex smiled. “Your lips taste like strawberries,” he smirked, walking away, leaving Emma in her shocked state.

What the FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE MILLER BOYS?!

TBC…

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“Looks like you’re not as tough as you think,” Emma said mockingly. “Maybe you should think twice before laying your filthy hands on someone again.”

Then the door burst open, and all the security guards entered, pointing their guns at her.

“Oh boy,” she whispered. They all pointed their guns at her as if she were a criminal who had committed a serious crime.

“Drop the guns, there’s no serious issue here,” the older one said, and they all did as they were told.

Who the hell are these people? Emma thought as the security guards walked out of the house, not before glaring at her.

“Get the doctor,” one of the boys said.

Chris was glaring at Emma, wincing in pain. “She’s crazy,” he said, and the other two chuckled, except for the one in the corner with blonde hair.

“Why are you here?” the older one said, and Emma immediately handed him her schedule and dorm room assignment.

“She’s our roommate!” the second oldest yelled.

“There must be a mistake,” Chris said.

“All dorms are full, I guess,” the older one replied.

“Hi, I’m Nathan Miller, 24 years old, and a major in engineering in my final year,” the oldest said.

Emma smiled because at least he was kind.

But then something caught her off guard. “Did you just say Miller?” Emma whispered. “Oh my God, you guys are Jordan Miller’s sons,” her eyes widened, and the three of them nodded.

She gasped and immediately rushed to Chris. “I’m sorry,” she said with a fake smile, realizing they could literally throw her out of the school because of what she just did.

Chris, now holding his head high, cleared his throat. “I won’t,” he said.

Emma rolled her eyes.

“Do you want me to terminate your scholarship?” Chris immediately added, and Emma was quick to say, “I’ll do anything for you to forgive me,” she said, terrified of just entering her dream school and immediately being kicked out by her soon-to-be roommates.

“Wrong thing to say,” Nathan said before sitting back on the couch.

“I’ll tell you when I’ve thought of something,” Chris smirked, and Emma could finally breathe.

“I’m Alex Miller, 22 years old, and majoring in medicine, third year,” he said, and Emma’s eyes immediately widened.

“I also want to study medicine,” she said happily.

Alex smiled. She knew that he was the brain of all the Jordan Miller sons. He had already published groundbreaking research on cancer treatments that had garnered international acclaim. People admired his dedication and intelligence.

“If you need help, just come meet me.”

“Thank you so much,” she jumped happily.

“I’m Chris Miller,” Chris said proudly, and Emma almost rolled her eyes. “20 years old and majoring in art to become a writer.” Immediately, Emma burst out laughing.

“You’re lying, right?” she said, and Chris immediately glared at her, finding it offensive. “One more word and I’ll make sure you regret it,” he said, and Emma kept quiet.

He smiled, satisfied with her silence. “Also known as the school heartthrob,” he added.

“More like playboy,” Emma whispered to herself, and Nathan and Alex laughed, hearing it.

The blond guy who had been sitting far in the corner with his sketchbook finally looked up, and Emma forgot to breathe. He was the definition of handsome, not muscular like his brothers but with a delicate, ethereal beauty. He wasn’t that tall but not short either. What caught her off guard were his eyes. He had heterochromia, with one green eye and one blue eye. He was a masterpiece, yet mysterious and cold. He looked so different from his brothers, while Nathan, Alex, and Chris all had black hair and brown eyes. He had white-blond hair, almost white, with those mesmerizing eyes.

He didn’t acknowledge Emma as he walked away, going upstairs, and she stared at him until he was out of sight.

Nathan sighed. “That’s our little brother Leo. He’s nineteen and an artist in his second year. He’s a closed-off person, so try to stay away from him,” Nathan said.

“He’s a fucking bastard,” Chris shouted angrily.

“Chris!” Nathan yelled, glaring at him, but Alex looked unbothered.

With that, Chris stomped upstairs angrily. Nathan sighed. “That was weird,” Emma whispered.

“Well, I’m Emma Harper, 19, majoring in medicine,” she said happily.

“Welcome,” Alex said before walking away.

“I’ll send a maid to show you your room,” Nathan said before walking away, leaving Emma alone.

A maid came and showed her to her room, which was on the first floor, strictly telling her that the second and third floors were prohibited. Emma nodded, arranging her bags in her room, which was bigger than her entire house. Feeling exhausted, she laid on her bed, tired, with classes starting tomorrow. She dozed off, feeling happy, with Leo’s face flashing in her mind.

••••••••••

Emma was finally in front of her class; today she had resumed, and she couldn’t be happier.

She tried calling Laila, but Laila kept cutting her calls with a text saying she was busy. Emma understood, so she didn’t push.

“Did you hear the news about the Miller boys?” a girl in designer clothes said to her rich friends.

“Heard they got a girl as their roommate.”

A gasp left Emma’s mouth as she immediately pushed the door open and entered her class, not wanting to hear anything more. She didn’t want anyone to know that she was living with Jordan Miller’s sons, as that would only cause her trouble.

Immediately she entered, the once noisy classroom went silent, and they stared at her like an outcast.

“I can’t believe she isn’t the cleaner but a student.”

“Staying in the same class as a peasant is a slap on my family’s name.”

Emma immediately took a seat far away from everyone, making sure to keep her temper at bay because one wrong move could get her out.

“I wonder who the girl living with the Millers is,” another said, changing the subject.

When Emma thought she had finally gotten away from the gossip about her outside, she was met with more in her class. Where the fuck is the teacher? she thought.

“She must be lucky to have them around her,” another said, jealousy filling her eyes.

“What are you looking at, you filthy beggar?” the girl said, and the whole class burst out laughing.

Emma clenched her fists, trying to hold her anger.

Then the door burst open. She thought it was the teacher, but no, it was Chris.

Chris started to make his way towards Emma, and she tried giving him the signal not to come, but he only smirked.

“Hello, roomie!” Chris yelled for everyone to hear, and everyone gasped.

“She’s their roommate?”

“What?!”

“I feel like throwing up.”

Whispers were heard everywhere, and Emma wanted the ground to open and swallow her.

“What do you want?” she gritted her teeth, but Chris only smirked.

“Everyone, this is Emma, my girlfriend,” he said loudly, shocking everyone, including Emma.

“What the fuck are you saying?” Emma whispered.

“You said you’d do anything for me to forgive you, so be my girlfriend,” he whispered back.

“Hell no,” Emma yelled.

She grabbed her bag and books, not wanting to stay in class any longer. Her first day at her dream university was already the worst.

Then Chris pulled her back forcefully before smashing his lips on hers, and everyone in the classroom went into utter shock.

He whispered in her ear, “No one rejects me, Emma. You’re already marked as mine.” With one more kiss on her cheek, he walked out, leaving her with people who looked like they were going to devour her if she took a step.

Emma immediately felt overwhelmed and wished she could just disappear. How had things gone so wrong so quickly? Her dream university was turning into a nightmare, and she had no idea how she was going to survive it.

TBC..

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