Revenge, love & mercy

Revenge, love & mercy

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Emily, saw her father being murdered, she seeks revenge for her father. She marries the son of the murderer to avenge her father, unfortunately falls in love with her husband.

Chapter 1 My Life is changed

"Emily, you should go from here now, please listen to me, please run Emily... I am begging you",

Emily could hear her brother shouting, but her body was numb, she didn't know how long it had passed, the only thing she could see was her father was dead. He was lying in front of her eyes.

Jack, Emily's brother held her tightly and shook her, to bring her back to her senses:

"Emily, we can't do anything now, there are many of them, they want to kill us too, we have to rush out.

Tears welled in her eyes, She didn't want to leave without her father, Jack pushed her : "Take mom and go now". he yelled.

Emily held her mom's hand, because of the shock, clearly her mother, Rosie Roger was not in her right frame of mind. Emily pulled her mother with her and ran towards the bushes.

Emily turned and tried to see why her brother Jack was not following them, he had got injured while protecting his mother and sister, Jack was no where to be seen.

Emily grew worried about her brother. She wanted to hurry back and see what was wrong with her brother, but she couldn't leave her mother alone here.

It started to rain cats and dog, Emily's eyes were red, she hugged her mother, who still was not in her senses, and started crying crazily: Why god why ? How do I live without my father.

Emily was father's princess. For everything in her life she would involve her father.

"How am I going to live without you dad? How?" Emily sobbed.

Suddenly Emily stopped crying and something crossed her mind, she couldn't figure out, who was trying to kill her family and why?

"Why will anyone want to kill my father?" Emily tried to rack her brain to remember, did her father have any enemy? Emily thought.

When Emily was busy thinking about the murderers, she noticed there was a car a little away. She tried to see who was inside the car... but it was not very clear because of the heavy rain.

Suddenly she saw a mark on the car, " I have seen this mark somewhere... where????Emily thought.

"Oh yeah I remember now, it is the trade mark of XZ company... the CEO's car"

Emily was shocked by thought.

That was a rare mark, Emily had seen that mark on James car, she had asked her father about the mark once. So she remembered very clearly about that mark.

"Was Mr. James, the CEO of XZ company behind all this? But why? Why did he do that? My father has been working under him for year . How can he do this to my father. "

Emily's eyes turned fierce in anger... no other thoughts crossed her head , except for one ... "REVENGE".

Emily wanted to avenge her father and brother who was missing from that place.

" What did they do to him? Where did they take him?" So many thoughts came to Emily's mind. How she wished , What happened today was a bad dream.

Emily did not dare to move from that place... she didn't know how long they had been hiding there.

Once the rains stopped, Emily slowly got up and went towards the place her father had being lying. But there was no one to be seen.

Emily felt frustrated. Even her father's body was not there. "Where did they take my father and brother?" She thought.

She turned towards her mother, she wanted comfort from her mother: "Mom, mom" Emily touched her mother. But there was no response from her mother.

Her mother was looking fine, but why wasn't she responding, rather she was just looking here and there.

Emily was very worried: " within a day how my life is changed." She cursed James... " James, it's because of you, I don't have my father and brother. I'll surely take revenge one day. I'll become stronger and make you pay back for what you have done today".

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