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The hollen series episode 13 & 14

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Ethan’s POV

I watched as she brushed her hair in the
mirror. She had been giving me the silent
treatment since we returned to the room last
night from the walk on the beach. She was
upset that I wasn’t excited for our wedding.
When did I say we’d get married here? Sharon
was a beautiful woman, outgoing, cheerful and
sweet at times but, lately, things had been
different between us. She was becoming
someone I never knew existed, nagging and
possessive.
I was rash when I proposed to her because I
wanted to make a good impression on my
parents when they [email protected]Β£ back from their
anniversary in Paris. Although I didn’t do things
to plea-se them, because I didn’t see much of
them when I was a kid, I wanted to at least
@ssure my parents that I was capable of
settling down.
But was I in love with Sharon? Did I love her?
Yes. But I wasn’t sure I was in love with her.
I knew she was upset. Who wouldn’t be? But I
just wasn’t re-ady to get married on a vacation.
I always wanted a big wedding with all the
trimmings, with my friends and family from
around the globe. Not a beach wedding with
just me and her and some employees from my
mother’s h0tel. She couldn’t seem to
un-derstand that.
“Shar, how long are you going to keep this
up?” The question was overdue.
No answer.
“Sharon, I’m talking to you. Baby, you just don’t
seem to un-derstand what I was trying to say to
you.”
“I un-derstand perfectly, you don’t want to get
married to me!” she finally spoke.
“What are you talking about?” I asked with a
sigh.
“I asked you back at the mansion and you
said, ‘Yes.'”
“When I was slee-ping?” I recalled her saying
something after having the dream about
Emma.
“Ethan, I want us to get married.”
“And we will. Just not… ”
“Why not here?”
“Because I alre-ady told you how I visioned my
wedding. I don’t want a cheap @ss beach
wedding in the Caribbean without my family
and friends.”
“Well can’t we just do it small here and then
have a big one when we get back? Planning a
wedding that big would take months, Ethan.”
“What’s the rush? Why can’t we just use the
time to get to know each other better? Maybe
have more vacations, or maybe you could
move in with me?”
Her eyes lit up and she turned to me with a
hvge grin.
Oh no, what did I just do?
“Really, baby, you want me to move in with
you?”
“Um, I don’t see why not.”
She flew into my arms and started k!ss!ngme
[email protected] Her mouth rushed to my n£’k
which caused my man-hood to stand at
attention. I pu-ll-ed her onto the be-d as I la-id
over her. She let out soft [email protected] s as I drove
into her with everything I had.
After the moments of heated [email protected], we
refreshed ourselves in the shower then went
down to the resort to have lunch. Grilled fish
and lobsters, potato salads and vegetables,
and Caribbean Breezes met our eyes. For the
first time, in a long time, I felt relaxed, happy
and carefree. I nee-ded to have more vacations
like this.
Sharon and I walked hand-in-hand along the
beach again. It was beautiful during the day.
The beaches here were to die for. We spre-ad a
beach blanket and la-id down together while
sipping on coconut water and taking in the
beauty of the beach.
When we got back to our room, I checked my
phone for missed calls and messages. Sharon
told me to leave it behind because she said it
was a distraction with all the ringing every
second. I had twelve missed calls: six from
the office, two from Grandma, and four from
Luis. Why was he calling me?
I called Grandma first. She only wanted to
check in with me and to tell me about her
upcoming birthday. I was planning a surprise
[email protected] for her at my place. There was enough
time because her birthday was still far away.
I called the office afterward. Linda was still
worried about the files but I found a way
around it. I brou-ght in an IT guy and was able
to access my deleted backup files. I’d
reprinted them and stored them in my
briefcase instead of the home office.
Finally I returned Luis’ calls. I @ssumed it was
something with the car and he wanted to give
me a heads-up, or he maybe wanted a day off
to visit his wife and kids. I wasn’t prepared for
what he told me. Halley had been drugged and
was in critical condition; her heart rate was
failing.
What the fvΒ’k! How could that have
happened? Who drugged her? Where did she get
drugged? What about Emma? So many
questions flew to my head at once.
“Why were they out when they were supposed
to be at the damn house?” I was fuming.
“Sir, the girls said it was their half day.”
Of course, I just had to give them a half day! It
wasn’t a habit of mine to keep cash around the
house so I wrote paychecks to my employees.
I un-derstood they nee-ded time to get them
cashed, so I decided to give everyone a half
day once a week. Besides, they weren’t
animals or machines, they nee-ded time to rest
and free time to do their business as well.
“Is the medical team still there? What
happened to her?” I was concerned for her
health.
“Yes sir, the medical team is here. They’re
doing everything to revive her. The other maid
found a pill in her cup, so it’s evident that
someone had ill intentions.”
My blood boiled. “Well at least we know the
cause; they can find a solution, right?”
“Sir, that’s why I’m calling you. Halley wasn’t
given the same drug. It’s something different.
They say it’s some sort of poison, sir.”
“Poison?” I couldn’t believe my ears. I couldn’t
believe what was happening just one day after
I’d left the damn country.
Using Sharon’s phone, I called Hexx to get the
jet here immediately.

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Emma’s POV

I paced around the rooms, moving from corner
to corner with the tears rolling down my
cheeks and smudging my makeup. It was the
first time in my life I could say that. It was
getting late, almost morning, and the medical
team was still at Halley’s side, doing all they
could to revive her; she was pu-lling throu-gh
slowly, very slowly.
But the scary [email protected], Mr. Hollen was on his way
back home.
At 9:00 in the evening a black car pu-ll-ed onto
the pavement. Sharon stepped out carrying one
of her suitcases with Mr. Hollen following right
behind. They bur-st throu-gh the front door and
walked over to me; I panicked.
“Who are you and where’s Emma?” he
demanded.
He didn’t recognized me?! Breathe, Emma,
breathe. I [email protected]Β£ speechless, wondering how
to tell him it was me standing right in front of
him.
“Sir, she’s right here,” I responded.
“Where?” he looked around.
What? Do I really look that different? “I am
Emma.”
His eyes popped as they scanned me from
head to toe. He [email protected] his f!ngersthrou-gh his
hair as he gave a small smile, but it faded as
soon as a medical professional interrupted.
“Mr. Hollen, welcome back. Sir, I have news
on her condition. She’s responding to the
treatment and she’s awake now.”
I let out a sigh of relief, something I had been
holding for the entire evening since our
[email protected] from the [email protected] I looked at Mr.
Hollen, the grey in his eyes seemed to have
fade to a darker color, like the changes in a
shark’s eyes when it smells blood. I was never
so scared in my life.
“Thank you.” His voice was cold.
He followed the doctor into the room to see
Halley. I exhaled again and sli-pped down onto
a chair. My feet couldn’t support the weight of
the fear in my b©dy. I felt a t©uçh of long nails
on my shoulder. I looked up and noticed
Sharon was still standing there. For a minute, I
had forgotten she even existed.
“Take these upstairs.” She pointed to her over
sized suitcase.
I attem-pted to carry it but it was too heavy to
even shift. Did she picked up stones in the
Bahamas and put them in her damn luggage? I
walked over to her. “Miss Sharon, it’s too
heavy for me to carry.”
“That’s Mrs. Hollen to you, you wimp!”
“My apologies, Mrs. Hollen.” Are they alre-ady
married? I wondered.
She sat on the chair I previously occupied so I
stood against the wall.
Mr. Hollen appeared again. “Emma, what’s
wrong with the two of you? I was supposed to
still be in the Bahamas with my fiancee. I had
to fly home early because of this, which
shouldn’t have happened in the first place
because y’all were supposed to be here! ” His
last word sh0t like a bullet.
I was shaking like a leaf now.
“Sweetie, why are you stressing over those
lowly maids? Why don’t you just fire them and
get new ones? This one, here, isn’t even
capable of holding a coffee cup. They’re out
[email protected] and getting drun!kinstead of doing
their jobs,” Sharon inputted as she stood up
and stood beside him like he was one of her
possessions, glaring at me with disgust in her
eyes.
She was upset, and that was un-derstandable,
but I was just hoping Mr. Hollen wasn’t
considering what she was saying.
“Emma, when you [email protected]Β£ into my office, you
were in nee-d of a job and you were desperate.
Now, you’re ma-king me regret hiring you.”
Oh no, plea-se don’t do this. Don’t fire me. I
admit we messed up, but, plea-se, this whole
thing isn’t even our fault.
“You’re on thin ice. Walk carefully,” he added
again.
What does that mean?
What he said made Sharon more upset than
she alre-ady was. “So that’s it? You’re just
letting her off with a warning? They interrupted
our vacation with some bull$h!t and that’s all
you’re going to do?” she screamed at him as
she held his shoulder and stomped her feet.
She looked like a kid who didn’t get to ride on
the pony at a carnival and threw a tantrum.
“Sharon, plea-se! Not now!” he yelled back as
he re-moved her hands and placed them at her
sides. He moved to Luis and began conversing
with him.
Sharon glared at me again, moving closer.
“This is all your fault. I can’t wait for when I
move in permanently. I will make your life a
living hell for this!” she said and went upstairs.
The good news was I wasn’t fired, but the bad
news was Sharon was moving in and was
dead set on ruining me.
Great, just what I nee-d.
I went to see Halley again. She was laying on
the small be-d, talking softly with one of the
doctors. Thank heaven she was now awake
and responding well to the medications.
“Hi,” I greeted softly.
She looked over to me teary-eyed. She held
my hand and sighed softly. She looked drained
and exhausted.
“She nee-ds to rest,” the doctor said, hinting
that I should go.
I walked back to the living room, mind racing
and bu-mped into something [email protected]
“Are you okay?” Mr. Hollen asked.
“Yes, sir. I’ll be fine.”
“This suits you, Emma.”
I was lost.
“I’m talking about the makeover. Let me guess,
this was Halley’s idea?”
He wasn’t so angry anymore and those soft
grey eyes were back.
“Yes, sir. She took me shopping.” I was
smiling on the inside, he’d actually
complimented me.
“I see. I’m glad you’re alright and Halley will
be okay. You should get some rest.”
“Yes sir. Goodnight.”
“Good night.”
I headed towards my room but watched as he
picked up the heavy suitcase and carried it
upstairs.
The medical team left shortly thereafter, but
one doctor stayed behind on standby, just in
case.
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The next day, I got up early and commenced
to work immediately. I wanted to make up for
what Halley and I had done the day before by
performing my duties the best I possibly
could. I had alre-ady mopped the entire living
room and kitchen floor, dusted the sofas, chair
sets, banisters, and picture frames when Mr.
Hollen woke up. When I noticed he was up– I
could hear him moving as I [email protected] by his
room– I prepared his coffee and found the
courage to call to tell him his coffee was
re-ady.
He gave me one of his sweet smiles as he
took it from my hands and we walked to the
living room where I was mopping again just to
be sure I hadn’t missed any spΒ©ts.
“I missed your coffee,” he said after he took a
sip.
It’s only been one day. Attached much? I
blu-shed as I mopped. What’s coming over me?
“You know, I can’t help but love your new look.
It’s really nice.”
“Thank you, sir,” I blu-shed again and attem-pted
to put my hair behind my ear, but he leaned in
and did it for me before I had the chance.
His hand brushed against my n£’k and I felt
the electricity rush again. My knees [email protected]Β£
weak and all I wanted to do was fall into his
strong arms. But my feelings were short lived
when Sharon appeared over the banister and
peered down on us.
“What the hell is going on here?” she shouted,
her eyes flaring down at me.

*TO BE CONTINUED*

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