*THE HOLLEN SERIES*
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Emma’s POV
I walked out of the be-droom and into the living
room.
“Excuse me, Sharon. There’s something we
have to discuss with you,” I interrupted her silly
excitement but she ignored me.
My patience was running thin.
Ethan arrived beside me.
“Emma, let me handle this,” he whispered in
my ear.
“No,” I stated, taking a stand.
I gr@bb£d the magazine from Sharon’s hand
and held it behind my back. She looked at me
wi-de-eyed and seemed re-ady to kill but I didn’t
move; I couldn’t.
“Now that I have your attention, there’s
something we have to talk about in pri-vate, or
we can do it here. I don’t give a damn but
we’re going to talk to you now.”
I had no idea that I had that in me but lately I
had developed a courageous attitude, which I
loved.
“Ethan, what’s going on?” she asked as she
stood up.
“Sharon, lets discuss this in the study. Mrs.
Promme, plea-se excuse us,” he said.
We followed him into the study.
“Sharon, I’ll be calm and collected about this; I
would really like to know why the fv¢k you
were tampering with my company’s
accounts!”
If that was what he called calm and collected
then I wouldn’t want to see him when he was
angry. His eyes were doing their changes as
he leaned against his desk. I stood next to him
despite the anger. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
Sharon stood in the middle of the room. “What
is she doing here?” she asked, glaring at me.
I rolled my eyes at her silly question.
“Don’t try my patience. Answer my question!”
“Ethan, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I
wasn’t tampering with any accounts.”
“Are you going to stand there and lie to my
fv¢king face? You’re lucky I’m not pressing
charges against your as-s!”
“Ethan, you’re being paranoid.”
“I’m being what? Listen, I’m giving you one
hour– one hour– to pack your $h!t up! Get
your clothes, your heels, your makeup, your
hair extensions, and get your as-s out of my
house!”
She g@sped. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m your
fiancee!”
“Actually, I’m his fiancee,” I said and waved my
ring f!nger in her face.
“What? Is this some kind of a joke?”
“No Sharon, this is real.”
“Ethan, you’re leaving me for her? You c@m£ up
with whole tampering cra-p to put me out of
your house so you could be with this… this…
this thing!”
I rolled my eyes again. Was that all she had?
Ethan pu-ll-ed me closer to him and wra-pped his
arm around my w@!st. “I love this ‘thing’,” he
said as he k!$$£d my cheek.
Sharon was turning red. “Ethan, are you crazy
or are you pla-ying this out as a way to get
back at me? Okay, I admit, I did tamper with
the accounts, but only once. I don’t have an
excuse for doing it. I just wanted to see how
well the company was doing. Baby, I’m sorry, I
should have just told you.” She began to cry.
“Since when are you interested in the
company’s well being? All you care about is
money and fashion. You don’t even care about
me.”
“That’s not true. Ethan, I love you! I made a
mistake and it won’t happen again. I’m sorry!”
She fell to the floor, weeping.
I felt bad for her.
“Get up and get out,” he told her.
“I’m not leaving,” she said, shaking her head.
“Sharon, don’t make me get security. I alre-ady
said you have one hour to pack up and leave.
You know I don’t like repeating myself.”
“Ethan this is so unfair to me. I told you I
made a mistake. We’re planning our wedding. I
brou-ght a wedding planner for Christ’s sake!”
“I don’t give a damn about that. I never told
you to bring any wedding planner. We’re not
getting married. I’m going to marry Emma.” He
sat behind his desk and took some files from
the drawers. He threw them at Sharon’s feet.
“These look familiar?” he asked as he arched
his eyebrows. “I found them in one of your
suitcases. The files I was looking for. You had
them all along.”
“Ethan… I… plea-se let me…”
“I’ve been nothing but nice to you, Sharon. You
had any and everything you wanted and
nee-ded. Why would you do something like
this? You knew how important those files were
to me.” He raked his f!ngersthrou-gh his hair.
“Get out before my inner demons are re-leased.
I don’t wanna see your face anymore. Get the
fv¢k out!”
She pu-ll-ed herself off the floor, wiped away her
tears and straightened her clothes. She looked
at him pleadingly.
Ethan buried his face in my stomach and held
me closer to him.
Sharon opened the door and stepped out.
“Baby, are you okay?” I asked him, running my
f!ngersthrou-gh his soft black hair.
“Mm,” he let out and pu-ll-ed me onto his l@p.
He planted k!sses on my n£¢k and I giggled
like a teenager.
“I love you,” I told him, looking into his eyes.
“I love you too, baby.”
He raised me up and we went out of the office.
“Lets see if she’s actually packing,” I
suggested.
We went up to his room. Sharon was moving
from corner to corner and throu-gh the closets,
gathering her belongings and putting stuff it
into suitcases. The woman had more suitcases
than an airline.
She looked up at us and shook her head and
continued packing. She was muttering to
herself and cursing un-der her breath.
Ethan sat on the be-d with a sm-irk on his face
as he looked at her.
“Oh, you miss something,” he pointed.
She glared at him and stuffed her nail polishes
in.
“Should I call you a mover?” I asked
remembering when she moved in and all the
boxes and suitcases she made Halley and I
carry upstairs.
“I alre-ady have that covered but thank you,” she
smiled at me.
It’s too late to be nice Sharon. Too late. Ethan
hates you alre-ady!
“You’ll regret this, Ethan,” she said to him but
he didn’t respond.
He got up and pu-ll-ed me out of the room.
We went downstairs and into the garage. He
took out a set of keys from his pocket and
opened the door of a black convertible for me
to get in.
“Where are we going?” I asked as I buckled
up.
“I can’t stand to see her face or be in the
house while she’s there. Lets go to the park.”
We drove for half an hour to a supermarket.
We walked from aisle to aisle putting snacks
and drinks into a shopping basket. There was
a group of women behind us; they were clearly
gossiping about us being together. He
overheard one of the women saying something
terrible about my complexion. He st©pped in
front of them and pu-ll-ed me into him and
k!$$£d me.
The women stood there wi-de-eyed and in total
silence.
“You’re crazy,” I said as I pla-yfully pushed
against his ha-rd che-st.
“Crazy about you,” he tea-sed.
We continued our shopping then headed to a
park. We la-id on a blanket un-derneath a tree,
watching some kids pl@ycatch with their
parents.
“I can’t wait for this,” he said and pu-ll-ed me
between his open legs, my back to his che-st.
“Can’t wait for what?” I asked, knowing exactly
what he meant but wanting to hear him say the
word.
“Kids.”
My heart skipped a beat with happiness. I’d
always wanted kids. “How many kids do you
want?” I asked and he let out a laugh and
k!$$£d my n£¢k.
“I want my own football team,” he laughed.
I elbowed him lightly in his stomach.
“We’ll have to get started when we get back,”
he whispered to me, b!tt!g lightly on my ear.
I squirmed as I remembered how hurtful it was
at the first time. Would it be so hurtful again?
*THE HOLLEN SERIES*
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Emma’s POV
It had been one month since my engagement
with the handsome Ethan Hollen. His former
fiancee, Sharon, had left his mansion and his
life completely. I was finally at peace with the
world around me. Ethan had alre-ady begun to
spoil me rotten, shopping for clothes, shoes,
jewelries and other accessories, taking me to
fancy restaurants for dinner d@t£s, and
spending all of his free time with me.
I was so grateful to him for changing my life
for the better. He was such an incredible
human being. Never in my life had I thought I
would actually get the chance of becoming so
happy.
You’ll never amount to anything!” my foster
mother screamed in my face and pushed me
into my tiny, cold, dark room.
I was ten.
I was doing the chores of washing the dishes
after dinner and accidentally broke a cu-p.
She punched me in the back and yelled at me.
She said that I was and always would be an
outcast and that was why my parents never
wanted me to begin with. I had been
heartbroken, crying on the inside for days, but I
learned how to surpas-s the pain and insults.
After all, she was right; my parents never
wanted me and I’d never get to know them.
As the memories faded, so did my hurt and
pain. I had finally found myself and was
satisfied with my life as it was now. I wouldn’t
change the past because it made me who I
was. I wouldn’t wish to have different parents
because I was beautiful just the way I was. I
wouldn’t change the pres£nt because I was
now at peace with it. From nothing into
something; I was definitely blessed and
someone in the sky must have highly favored
me.
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It was the second Friday in August when my
husband-to-be told me that he had to leave for
a business trip to France the following day. He
would be gone for a week. An entire week
without my baby? I wanted to cry alre-ady.
“Hey, cheer up,” he tea-sed as he saw myl-ips
were pouted and my arms crossed over my
che-st.
“A whole week?” I dragged out.
“Baby, I promise we’ll go to France when I get
free time off from work. Just you and I.”
A wi-de smile dismissed my pouts and I
hvgged him. I’d only seen France in
magazines, on television and the internet. The
place was like heaven on earth. I couldn’t wait
to visit it with Ethan.
Halley and I waved him off as he set off for
his business trip the next morning. I, then,
went back upstairs and la-id on the be-d. I don’t
know what it was but lately I had been very
tired and lazy.
Twenty minutes later, Halley knocked on the
door.
“Come in,” I answered and sat up.
She was carrying a bowl of h0t chicken soup. I
loved chicken soup but when I inhaled the
scent of it I had to make a beeline for the
bathroom.
“Emma, are you alright?” she asked, setting
down the soup and following me.
She ru-bbe-d my back as my head hovered over
the toilet.
“I’m alright,” I responded as I gathered myself
upwards and rinsed my mouth in the face
faucet.
“You were vomiting, it’s obvious you’re not
okay.”
“I’ll be fine, I just nee-d to l@ydown.”
She helped me back to be-d and opened the
windows so I could get some fresh air.
I quic-kly fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing
and answered without looking at the caller ID.
“Hi baby, how are you?” his voice spoke.
“I’m fine,” I exhaled de-eply.
“You sound tired. Have you been doing any
house work?” his voice was stern.
“Not really. I’ve been in be-d since this morning
and I’ve been vomiting.”
“Really? How are you feeling now?”
“What do you even care? You’re not even here
with me when I nee-d you,.”
What had come over me?
“Emma, baby, I’m sorry I’m not there with you.
I’ll be back soon, but I nee-d you to do me a
favor.”
“What’s that?”
“I nee-d you to take a pregnancy test.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. A pregnancy test for
what? I wasn’t pregnant. Was I?
“Emma, did you hear me?”
“Yes. I’ll do it when I wake up again.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.”
I fell back asleep as soon as we hung up.
I finally managed to get out of the room. It
was the only place I wanted to be, in the room
with fresh air and without noise. I called over a
pri-vate as-sistant so she could fetch me a
pregnancy test. God knew how many scandals
and headlines would erupt if I were to walk into
a pharmacy or supermarket and buy myself a
test. The press had been very interested in me
lately and would follow me to the ends of the
earth just for a story.
The test was dropped off to my room and I
re-ad the directions in a blur, panicking. If there
was one line that indicated negative. If there
were two that meant positive. I was low-key
praying for two.
I peed in a throw away cu-p and inser-ted the
stick in until it pene-trated. The line was
appearing, one line… one line… I exhaled as it
stayed. I wasn’t pregnant.
I threw the cu-p away and sat down on my be-d.
I buzzed Halley to bring me up a bottle of
fresh orange jui-ce.
“So how are you feeling now?” she asked when
she entered.
“Much better.”
“Did you take the test?”
“Yep.”
“And?”
“It’s a negative.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. The stick is on the faucet
and the box with the instructions is next to it.”
Halley disappeared to the bathroom. She c@m£
back with the stick and the box in c@m£ in.
Ew, didn’t she know I just pissed on that?
She re-ad the instructions silently to herself
then she gazed at the stick. She looked over to
me drinking a big bottle of chilled orange jui-ce
and re-ad the directions aloud.
“Two lines indicates a positive pregnancy, one
lines indicates a negative. Emma, there are
two lines on this stick.”
I spat out the orange jui-ce. I took the box and
stick from her again and re-ad aloud then
looked at the stick again, eyes wi-de awake this
time, not knowing what to feel. It had just
been one line, now there were two. Should I be
happy or sad?
“Congratulations,” she squealed and pu-ll-ed me
into a hvg.
I was still numb and stuck from the stick I
was holding. I ru-bbe-d my stomach and the
tears c@m£ from my eyes. I was pregnant with
a billionaire’s baby.
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The Next Day.
“Girl, you have to call back your fiance and tell
him you’re pregnant. He’s be worried about
you, he’s even b!owing up my phone,” Halley
said as she tried to yank me out of be-d.
I only m0@n ed in disobe-dience; all I wanted to
do was to stay in and sleep without any noise.
“I’ll call him when I wake.”
“No Emma. You better call him now.”
“Halley plea-se, just leave me be. I said I’ll call
him when I get up.” I threw the covers over
me.
She finally gave up and left.
My phone rang again but I ignored it and
turned it off.
No Noise!!!
I woke up by a loud ban-g at the door.
What the hell!!
I jumped up from my sleep and in walked
Sharon and Ethan’s mother.
*TO BE CONCONTINUE