*THE HOLLEN SERIES*
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Emma’s POV
I woke up and noticed I was all alone in be-d.
A note was next to me so I re-ad it. It stated
that he had gone to the office and he loved
me. I blu-shed. I couldn’t believe that my life
had changed suddenly. The nerd in high
school, the outcast at college, the one that
couldn’t fit in at the fosters home, was now
engaged to a very successful man who loved
her and she love him back.
I got dressed and got out of be-d. I headed
downstairs to make something to eat. Halley
was in the kitchen.
“Congratulations on the engagement, again,
that’s so unbelievable.”
“Thanks Hal, I can’t even believe it either. I
have to keep pinching myself because I still
think I’m dreaming.”
“It’s not a dream, darling. He really does love
you.”
“And I can’t seem to un-derstand why. Why
me?”
“Why not you? You’re beautiful, caring, and
you’re sweet.”
“Yeah, but I am just his maid.”
“Now you’re his fiancee.”
We prepared pancakes with chocolate ch!ps
and strawberries for brunch. We sat outside by
the pool and enjoyed the lovely, warm
atmosphere. Summer was the best time of the
year.
“He’s going to spoil you,” Halley said as she
bit into a thick pancake.
“I could only imagine,” I giggled as I felt like a
queen on her throne.
“Sharon will be back soon. Are you re-ady to
face the music?”
“Actually, he’ll be meeting her at the airport to
end it with her. She won’t have to come here.”
“Thank God.”
But little did we know.
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The Weekend
I was in the kitchen ma-king my fiance his cu-p
of coffee when the front door of the mansion
bur-st open.
“Darling, I’m home!”
I would recognize that voice anywhere. Sharon
had arrived.
I peered from the kitchen door. She was
standing at the bo-ttomof the stairs,
accompanied with a very slim woman in an
cream color suit.
“Ethan!” she called again.
He appeared at the t©p of the stairs then
slowly strode down to her and the other
woman. “You’re here early.”
“Yes. We caught an early flight.”
“We?”
“Yes. Oh, this is Mrs. Dianna Promme.”
“Okay. Why is she here?”
“She’s here to plan our wedding, baby. With the
extra time I spent in Italy I found her. She’s the
best in the world. She can plan our dream
wedding perfectly.” Sharon was overjoyed as
she hvgged him, but he pushed her away
gently. Her excitement died. “Baby, is
everything okay?”
“There’s something I have to tell you.”
“I alre-ady know what it is. You miss me and
you love me and you can’t wait for us to get
married. I know, I know. I can’t wait either.”
Sharon turned to Dianna and handed her a
book. “This is the book I’ve been telling you
about. You’ll find all the wedding dresses and
decorations there. Just look at it and tell me
which one will–”
“Sharon, I said I have to talk to you.”
“Go ahead and talk.” She was still pointing at
the pictures in the book.
I stepped out of the kitchen and stood
alongside the wall close to Ethan.
He looked at me and ran his f!ngersthrou-gh
his hair, a pale look on his face. He exhaled
ha-rd ly. “Go to your room and lock the door,”
he whispered to me.
Sharon was still worked up over the wedding
magazine.
I was sort of disappointed that he’d dismissed
me from his side. I wanted to stand next to
him when he told her about us. I wanted to
see the look of humiliation on her face. All
those damn mischievous stunts she pu-ll-ed on
me were finally over. No more shouting and
calling me names. No more annoying sound of
her thin heels on the marble floors.
I was restless. I stepped out of the room,
quietly, and ti-ptoed down the path to the main
living room. I could hear her voice, still
excited about the pictures in the book.
Why hasn’t he told her anything yet? Why is she
still here? And where is he?
I peered out further, and almost had a damn
heart attack. He was sitting down right next to
Sharon, pointing at pages in the book as well
with a smile on his face.
What is going on? He said he’d break it off with
her as soon as she gets back. He didn’t even
wanted her here. He wanted to meet her at the
airport and end it once and for all.
So what the hell was he doing, sitting next to
her and looking at the wedding magazine with
the wedding planner? An ill feeling c@m£ over
me and I felt as if I was about to vomit. I ran
back to the guest room and threw myself on
the be-d, feeling defeated. Tears streamed
down my face as I buried it in the pillows.
Was all this just an act to get me into be-d with
him? Does he really have intentions of getting
married to me instead of Sharon? Why would he
chose to be married to me when he has Sharon
in his life alre-ady?
I cried even more. I was so blind. Ethan would
never marry me; all that was just to get me to
sleep with him because of my pathetic past.
He must have been feeling pity for me, but it
wasn’t love. Those two things could easily be
confused.
I held my head up and rolled myself into a
ball. My eyes la-id on the coffee cu-p.
Oh damn, I haven’t given him his coffee. I c@m£
into the room with it.
Well, to hell with his coffee. I didn’t care to
serve him his coffee anymore.
Oh, wait a minute. I will serve him his coffee
after all.
I wiped my tears away and gathered the
strength and the courage I knew I had. Nothing
could break me. I’d had one of the toughest
childhoods ever and I still made everything
work out in my favor. Although it wasn’t much,
I was a winner back then and I would be a
winner now.
I pu-ll-ed off the engagement ring and threw it
into the cu-p of coffee. I slammed the door as
I walked out and headed to the main living
room, coffee cu-p in my hand.
He turned around and saw me.
“Here’s your cu-p of coffee, sir. ” I handed it to
him.
Sharon didn’t even noticed me.
“Thanks Emma,” he said without any
expression on his face or in his voice.
I wanted to scream at him and sl@p him in his
lying mouth. But I controlled my anger and
walked back to the direction of the room. I
peered from behind the wall again as he drank
his coffee, waiting patiently for him to see
what was in the bo-ttomof it. I had a long wait
because he was drinking so slowly.
He turned in my direction and I was certain
that he saw me. I turned on my heels and ran
to the guest room. He was quic-kly against the
door, forcing it in.
“Emma, open the door!”
“Go to hell, Mr. Hollen!”
“I told you don’t call me that! Open the door!
Why the fv¢k you did put the ring in my
coffee?”
“Because I hate you. I regret falling for you. Go
back to your first fiancee!”
“Emma, don’t say things you’ll regret. Open the
damn door!”
“Go away!”
The ban-ging on the door st©pped, so did his
voice.
Is he gone? He just gave up just like that?
I watched un-derneath the door to see if I
would notice the shadow of his feet, but the
coast was clear. I slowly approached the door,
wondering if I should unlock it or just stay in. I
found myself unlocking it and peering out.
A strong hand pushed it completely open and
he walked in. “What’s this?” he asked, holding
up the ring.
It’s your ring, duh!
“Didn’t I tell you that if you take it off we’ll have
a serious problem?” His eyes were getting
darker.
I stood there in complete silence, looking at
the floor instead of his dark eyes. He stood
there too, looking at me, ha-rd .
“Why is she still here?” I finally spoke up; I
wouldn’t be scared of talking anymore. “What,
you can’t hear me now? I asked why is she still
here?”
I didn’t br@ced myself for his answer.
“She’s here because I want her to be here.”
*THE HOLLEN SERIES*
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Ethan’s POV
I was upstairs in my be-droom searching for
my car keys when I heard her voice from
downstairs calling out to me. What the fv¢k
was she doing here alre-ady?
I walked out of the room and went down the
stairs. She was standing at the bottom, all
excited with another woman beside her. She
informed me that she’d caught an early flight
and introduced the woman beside her as
Dianna Promme, a wedding planner. What the
hell was wrong with this woman?
She moved in for a hvg but I pushed her away
gently. I tried to explain that I nee-ded to talk to
her but she began talking to Dianna Promme. I
was getting impatient.
She squealed at the pictures of a wedding
magazine.
I noticed Emma in the corner. I went over to
her and instructed her to go to the guest room
while I handled Sharon. Things had the
potential to get ugly and I didn’t want Emma
getting caught in the middle of it. She
complied and I sat next to Sharon, watching
the woman who betrayed me, the woman I had
proposed to, the woman I was supposed to
get married to. I had to deal with her
drastically but pri-vately.
I had no idea who Dianna Promme was, so I
didn’t want to make a scene in front of her
while she was in my house. I had to be
professional. I tossed my anger aside, for now,
and pretended I was into the wedding
planning.
Emma approached me and handed me my
coffee. I so nee-ded this coffee right about
now. My ton-gue brushed on something ha-rd .
What the hell! Why is there a ring… Wait a
minute… Did she seriously do what I think she
did?
I looked down the entrance to the guest rooms
and saw her bright brown eyes peering at me.
I got up and followed her, forgetting about
Sharon who was so enthralled in the wedding
planning she didn’t even notice me get up.
Emma locked herself in the room while I
pounded on the door, yelling for her to let me
in, not caring who heard me. She told me to
go to hell.
I was furious. Why she just couldn’t trust me?
She screamed again for me to “go away”.
I knew she was upset, maybe she thought I
was reconsidering Sharon. I st©pped ban-ging
on the door and hid slightly against wall to
see if she would step out. I watched as the
door opened slowly. I stepped out and pushed
it open. I walked in, looking at her with rage,
but I wasn’t upset with her. I was mad at
myself for being so blind.
“What’s this?” I asked, holding up the ring,
“Didn’t I tell you that if you take it off we’ll have
a serious problem?”
She seemed to be scared of my tone or the
look on my face, maybe both, because she
wouldn’t even look at me.
“Why is she still here? Oh, you can’t hear me
now? I asked why is she still here?” She was
getting very sas-sy with me. I would have to
punish her for that.
“She’s here because I want her to be here,” I
answered sharply.
She g@sped. Tears flooded her eyes. “Don’t
t©uçh me. Don’t you ever t©uçh me!” she
snapped as I tried to comfort her.
“Emma, st©p this. You don’t un-derstand what’s
going on here.”
“Oh, I un-derstand perfectly, Mr. Hollen.”
She really knew how to push my bu-ttons.
“You just wanted to get me into be-d with you.
Now that your fiancee is back I could go to
hell for all you care. If you wanted to get rid of
her she’d be gone by now, but you don’t. You
were wra-pped up with her ti-ghtly on the chair
that you could practically pas-s as the thong up
her as-s.”
Ouch. Talk about no chill. This girl was spitting
words like a flame thrower.
“Emma, you nee-d to calm down and–”
“No! I’m not calming the fv¢k down. I’m done
being calm! I’m done with people taking
advantage of me! I’m done with being kind and
being weak! I’m done with lies, and I’m done
with you!”
I looked at her in amazement. She was so
cute when she’s angry. “If you don’t calm
down–”
“You’re scared she’ll hear you? You’re scared
she’ll leave you and find someone else? You’re
scared that the wedding would be off?”
She made me laugh. I wouldn’t be scared. I’d
be so damn happy. “Baby,” I began.
“I’m not your baby.”
My patience was running thin and my anger
was taking over. I didn’t want to yell at her
again but she wouldn’t shut up and let me
explain. If I yelled, I’d get the results I was
looking for but I’d hurt her feelings and make
her cry and that was the last thing I wanted to
do.
“Emma,” I tried again, “listen to me.”
“No.”
“Let me explain.”
“I don’t want any explanations. Just get out.”
“You’re not being rational here.”
“Do I look like if I give a damn about that? I’ve
had it with your lies and your bull$h!t.”
“What lies are you talking about Emma? When
have I ever lied to you?”
“Leave me alone!”
I couldn’t, not like this. I walked up to her and
pinned her against the wall. “Now, calm the
hell down and listen to me.”
She struggled to break loose but the attempts
were useless. “Let me go.”
“Emma! Sharon and I are over. I’m not with
her. If I were, wouldn’t I be out there with her
planning our wedding instead of in here pinning
you on the wall? What’s wrong with you? You’re
so angry that you’re blind. I’m here with you
while she’s out there. I’m breaking it to her
when that woman leaves.”
“Why?”
“Because I also nee-d her to confess to
something, Emma.” I re-leased my hold on her.
“Confess to what?”
She was going to be my wife so I didn’t want
to hide things from her. “She was tampering
with my company’s accounts.”
Emma g@sped. Her eyes flared up and she
headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked quic-kly as I
walked over to her.
“To let that bit-ch know that her reign is about
to come to an end!”
*TO BE CONTINUED*
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