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Twilight Seduction

Twilight Seduction

Joshua Felix

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"I hate you, Emily. You're only in my life to ruin it! You seduced me and made me have a one-night stand with you!" he smirked, then continued, "You are just a toy, a rag doll. Our relationship is oblivious to the word 'love'," he noted, walking away and slamming the door. I cuddled the pillows, drenching them with tears. When Emily's one-night stand turns out to be her new boss, Regan, she is initially excited to have married one of the richest men in Texas. But her happiness is short-lived when she discovers Regan's dark secret: he was the murderer of her parents. Now, Emily has two choices; To pretend she doesn't know Regan's dark past or To run and get trailed by the assassins who want Regan dead. Which will she choose? How will she cope, knowing fully well that she was in love with the man that murdered her parents

Chapter 1 He is my night mare

Emily's point of view

I stood in the poorly illuminated room, my heart beating wildly as I stared at the candle casting shadows on the wall. The flames struggled against the darkness.

"I hope he likes this," I mumbled, my voice cracking with fear. I shut my eyes, trying to steady my breath, anticipating his arrival.

My eyes ran across the room, from the candles arranged in a heart shape to the roses hanging on the walls.

My hand slowly ran to my slightly rounded belly and I clutched it, my body shaking uncontrollably. Tonight, I was going to tell him about the baby, the little life in me. I hoped it would kindle the tiniest emotion in him. He was toxic, cold-hearted, and arrogant, but I hoped the news of the baby would touch his stone-cold heart.

Suddenly, I heard the screeching of his tires as he drove into the parking slot. I could feel tears race down my face, my lips trembling uncontrollably.

A few minutes later, the door flung open, his dark silhouette emerging as he stood in the doorway. There he was, the monster I had signed a contract to marry.

"What is this?" he asked, his voice cold as ice.

"H...Happy birthday...Regan," I stammered, my voice quivering.

"Birthday, huh?" he scoffed, slowly closing the door behind him, his eyes fixated on me. A wild grin spread across his lips, sending shivers down my spine.

My steps trembled as I moved backward slowly.

"It's your birthday, I decided to surprise you," I said, wearing an awkward smile. What was he thinking? Why was he acting like this?

As he walked closer to me, his rough palm fingers rubbed against the candle wick, plunging us into darkness.

"I am impressed," he said as I leaned against the wall, it was obvious there was no room to escape. I couldn't help but regret not escaping the night of my wedding.

My knuckles were white, my face pale as if I had seen a ghost. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but I stood my ground, shaking as I tried to fight the waves of fear which threatened to drown me.

He walked close to the nightstand where the cake was kept.

"This is for me? I feel loved," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He tossed the cake to the other side of the room. I heard it slam into the silver-coated mirror on the wall, the glassy fragments of the mirror spreading across the room.

"Regan," I called, my voice barely audible as I panted, gasping for breath.

The wild grin on his face vanished as he walked close to me, the warm breath from his nostrils brushing against my body and forcing goosebumps to appear.

"Emily, it seems you have forgotten your place," he whispered, his eyes piercing into mine. I shut my eyes as he spoke.

"What do you think you are? My wife?" he scoffed. "You think I want to spend the rest of my life with a classless lady from the countryside, huh?" he paused, observing my facial expression. Of course, fear was etched on it.

"I just want you to be happy," I forced myself to say.

"Damn it!" he roared in anger, his knuckles colliding with the wall aggressively.

"You don't care one bit about me, all you want is the damn money! Take these feigned feelings to the garbage, will you?"

He laughed coldly before he continued, "I hate you, Emily. You're only in my life to ruin it! You seduced me and made me have a one-night stand with you!" He smirked, then continued, "You are just a toy, a rag doll. Our relationship is oblivious to the word 'love'," he noted, walking away from me.

His words shattered my heart; he was right. My eyes fluttered open, my vision blurry as tears welled up.

"But I'm pregnant," I said, clutching my lips in fear. My words halted his movement and he whirled in my direction, his eyes widening.

"You are pregnant?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

I nodded slowly, afraid of his next action.

He exhaled loudly, "Get rid of the baby." His voice was firm, "I am not ready to father a baby, especially your baby," he mumbled, pllacing emphasis on 'your'.

He walked out, slamming the door behind him.

I cuddled my body, drenching myself in tears. I was tired of his toxic love, I could still hear the warnings of my friends ringing in my head, I wished I had heeded their warnings.

Grabbing my keys from the nightstand, I bolted out of the room. I needed to clear my head. My heels echoed off the polished marble floor as I ran out of the sitting room and into my car.

The car roared to life and I zoomed off, his words constantly ringing in my ears. I pulled up at the bar's parking lot.

The bar door swung open and I rushed to the counter.

"Whiskey," I said, my voice raspy. This was one of the many nights where I would drown myself with hot drinks, escaping the realities of life.

Annette, the bartender, poured the whiskey into my glass and I gulped it down hungrily, unfazed by the eyes of some of the patrons on me.

"Another!" I ordered, tears racing down my face. I was aware this attitude of getting drunk would hurt my baby, but I didn't care. I wasn't ready to embrace the warm arms of sleepless nights while thinking of Regan.

"Are you sure?" Annette asked, her voice full of concern.

Her words flared my temper and I clenched my fist.

"I said another!" I bellowed, my voice low and threatening.

She gave me a quick nod and filled my glass. Her eyes were fixed on me, watching me drink the whiskey with a vacant expression.

After the sixth cup, I stood, paid my bills, and staggered a little as I walked to the door.

"Do you need help?" one of the patrons asked, walking over to me.

"I'm fine, mind your business," I said, my voice harsh.

I walked to my car, zooming off even when the security protested.

Weaving through the traffic, I could still hear Regan's voice torturing and tormenting me.

"You act like you care about me, but you don't. You are just a hungry girl who wants to sabotage my career!" I could hear him yell whenever I offered to help him.

Perhaps that's what you get when you fall deeply in love with the wrong person.

"Watch out!" I heard someone scream, the voice jolting me back to reality. My car was speeding, heading in the direction of a little girl who stood in the middle of the road.

I tried to avoid her and my car drove off the road, skidding into the woods and colliding with a tree.

The last thing I remembered were the muffled sounds of passersby as they raced to me, shaking my body violently.

Slowly, my eyes grew heavy, tears rushing down, and everything became pitch black. Perhaps death was the only way to whisk me out of the horrible experiences, the pain I had gone through ever since I lost my parents, the torment. Well, this was it, exactly what I had prayed for.

How about I take you back to the beginning, when it all started

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