LOGINHer screams were the loudest never minding her tonsils to break or her voice to disappear at any time.
She believed that she was that 1 very special person among his 500 followers.
She didn’t mind the scorching heat of the sun, the pushing, and brawling with others just to see the famous superstar, Charles Adam.
She liked him very much!
Nah…
She loved him very much and she believed it was love at first sight.
Same as the others, she also had a very inspiring story of why she became his fan...
It started when she saw his huge billboard in the city's main square.
She was inside the bus at that time rushing to go home to pick up some of her mother’s clothes.
It was not just ordinary clothes but for her mother’s funeral.
It was the saddest part of her life.
Three years ago, she was summoned by her mother’s physician so, she immediately rushed to the hospital only to find out that her mother died just a minute before she arrived.
She’s too late!
Aggrieved, she broke down on the floor calling her mother repeatedly while countless sorrowful tears flowing her cheeks.
People passed, shook their heads, and looked at her pitifully.
Even though her biological father was still alive, he didn’t care for her and her mother.
Emily believed that her mother got terminally ill because of the stress she experienced from her shameless father.
Shed had long-time noticed that there was something off with his father but her mother never wanted to share any problems with her.
Emily quickly understood that her mother just wanted to protect her from any emotional breakdowns.
Growing up, she felt her father had another woman but then it was always just her doubts because her mother was always good and gentle and never wanted her precious daughter to suffer.
Emily’s mother just wanted to keep the problem to herself and ended up crying alone in secret and eventually, got sick.
Mary Greyson was indeed a great martyr!
Eventually, Emily’s doubts came to an end.
When her mother was already bedridden, her shameless dad hurriedly brought his woman, and to Emily’s shock, he also brought another child at her same age.
It was indeed frustrating!
At that moment, Emily hated her father so much.
She cursed her dad for being so shameless because their house was her grandma's and not him.
She died a long time ago.
Emily’s mom, her daughter took care of the house as an inheritance but it was named under Emily’s.
How dare her dad bring his other family to live with them?
Emily wanted to throw them outside but then, her father was tough too.
He stood with them like a strong wall protecting his other woman and his other daughter.
Emily’s mother was aware of this but then she was too weak to complain or protect Emily.
She just cried again in silence.
For Emily, the home with good and happy memories suddenly became a shallow hell.
She never wanted to stay with those wicked strangers under the same roof.
“Be good, Emily. Your mother will leave us soon so, consider Claudette as your new mother. Okay? I am just concerned about you and Nicole… she is a good daughter. Surely, she will also be a good sister if you will give her a chance…” His father’s audacity was too awful and disgusting for her.
Emily looked at her father’s eyes like she wanted to find his good soul but it was to no avail.
The father who was like a shelter to them in the past, who protected them and was willing to give his life for them.
That was long gone and it seemed this man in front of her was already hopeless.
She could not find even a single guilt in his eyes.
She hated him to the core!
“Dad, you are so shameless! This is Mother’s house. If you wanted to shelter them then not here. Buy your own house! Aside, how dare you bring those strangers here when mom is sick? Where's conscience, Dad!? Do you even have a heart!?” Emily could not contain her anger as she shouted along with her hateful heart and tears came out from the corner of her eyes.
“Pakkk!!!” After her words, a loud slap sound resonated in the room.
With a strong hand, her father hit her face just like that.
His eyes were very furious.
Emily was stunned.
The pain on her cheek was bearable but the pain in her heart was the worst.
It was the first time her father hit her.
For whom?
It was for Claudette and Nichole!
Driven with overwhelming hatred, she could not take the reason as she stood up planning to run away.
Emily didn’t want to see those two additional wicked women in her mom's house.
They already acted like they owned her grandma’s house.
Nichole is a bitch!
Her true colors were hidden over her demure mask.
Nichole always had a wicked smile on her like Nichole was showing off that she was better than her because their dad chose her and her mother.
Emily just wanted to scratch her face off and show Nichole’s bad nature.
“Emily! I am still talking to you!!!” Her father stood up and chased her but Emily never had a plan to listen.
She didn’t want to hear him anymore and she didn’t have a plan to turn around.
“Emily! Stop right away! If you don’t cooperate, then can you handle your mother’s medication expenses? You spoiled brat!” His father shouted angrily provoking and threatening her.
Hearing this, Emily quickly halted.
The 15-year-old Emily already realized the seriousness of her mother’s illness.
She needed a lot of money to sustain her medication.
She could only do less as she was still a student and still a minor.
With her underage status, no one will hire her for a job.
Once in her life, she suddenly felt defeat.
“Now, have you come to your senses?” His father strode toward her with full of mockery in his expression. Surely, he knew that Emily’s weakness was her mother.
Emily clenched his fists so hard unbothered from the intense pain in her palms.
She felt trapped in a dark deep abyss leaving her no other choice to escape from this unfortunate situation.
“If you want your mother to still live a little bit longer, you will not give me a problem. Okay?” Otherwise, don’t blame me for being a bad father!” He said sarcastically tapping Emily’s shoulder twice.
This man had no single hint of sympathy to his wife!
Even his company was put up by Emily’s grandmother.
Eventually, Mary Greyson handed it to her husband.
In short, all the fortune he had now came from Emily's mother.
“But she is your wife!” With her warm tears, rolling down her cheeks, Emily refuted disheartened.
She really couldn’t understand why her father changed into such an evil one so quickly.
Upon, hearing her words, George Greyson smirked mockingly before he answered. “I don’t love her anymore. My love for your mother had long gone.”
“But why? She gave you everything! She took care of us, our family.” Emily was sobbing asking him to have a clear picture of what had gone wrong in her family.
She was full of sympathy for her loving mother as she didn’t deserve what her shameless father did to her.
“I am not happy with her anymore. I am happy with Claudette. She gives me a lot of things that your mother couldn’t give.” He answered directly without any single guilt in his eyes. “In the right time, you will understand.” With that, he strode away leaving Emily in tears.
There was no hope for her father.
She didn’t need the right time to understand what he meant.
He chose lust over love!
Claudette will never be her mother.
Like her daughter, she had a wicked attitude.
Arrogant, manipulative, and a drama queen!
Emily felt her world crumbled.
She was so down and felt so alone as her mother was in the hospital fighting for her life.
She had no choice but to let the two wicked strangers live in her grandma’s house and act like they owned the house and she as their slave.
After 3 years…
Her mother finally put her suffering to an end.
The only thing she had left her was grandma’s house and her mother’s last words of wisdom.
“Be strong Emily. Be very strong, Emily. Love, Laugh, and Shine in your own little way. You are my precious diamond. Be happy even without me.”
Remembering her mom’s words, Emily uttered a few words in the air while inside the bus. The pain inside her heart caused by her dad and her mother's death was unwavering.
“Mom, how can I be happy without you?” Along with her painful tears, she leaned her head on the glass window until a screeching sound was heard and the bus wiggled abruptly.
“Shit!” The driver screamed as they were about to hit the post due to another’s car's reckless driving. Hopefully, their driver managed to stop on time but when he started the engine again, it didn’t work.
Shortly, all the passengers needed to find another transportation.
How unlucky!
Emily sighed heavily while walking on the sidewalk.
Her steps were heavy as her heart was in deep sorrow.
She missed her mom already and now, she was gone.
She could not take it as she cried walking like a lost puppy.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
It was her dad.
She answered sobbing but the caller was not so sensitive about her.
She had no one in this sorrow not even her dad.
He didn’t mourn.
“Emily, you need to get out of this house now. Claudette threatened me that if you continued to live here, they would leave. So, I don’t have a choice. You need to come back, pack your things and leave!” That is her dad commanding her to leave and then hang up.
The man just kicked her out of her grandma’s house right after the death of her mother.
Surely, he is aware of her mother’s death but he seems to be unbothered.
He didn’t care for her mother at all.
Emily’s heart was completely shattered.
She was going to hold her mother’s funeral alone not only that after, she didn't house to live in.
“Mom…” Full of tears, she muttered in the air.
Her lips were shivering as she sobbed along with the intense pain in her heart.
She felt all alone and thirsty for her mother’s presence and tender love.
Along with her sorrows, here came the rain.
Emily felt the water drenched her soul still she had no plan to find any shelter.
Her tears and raindrops collided.
She cried so hard, calling her mom screaming letting out all her voice hoping that her mom could hear her from heaven and be back to life for her.
Her life was so pitiful!
Emily was so lost and didn’t know what to do or where to go.
She just wanted to be beside her mom!
She let out all her anxiety and pain by crying in the rain until the rain completely vanished.
She was drenched all over and she felt very cold inside but she didn’t care.
Maybe if she got sick, then maybe it was better.
Besides, no one will care!
She just wished to follow her mother in another world perhaps it was happier there with her mom.
Wet and cold, she sat on the sidewalk hopelessly looking at the dark sky.
“What?! What are you looking at? Are you laughing at me too!?” Then she suddenly voiced out like she had completely lost her mind.
Emily found herself talking to a handsome young guy on a huge lit billboard.
Six years ago, Emily had escaped the flames.Brian had been her lifeline. He contacted her before the wedding day, and together they plotted a plan. When the car exploded at the university, she used the secret passage in the old building, pulling herself away from the chaos. The remains left behind, the dismantled CCTV cameras, and the falsified investigation report… all orchestrated by Brian’s uncle, the head of the investigation department… were designed to convince the world she had died.Emily ran away with a shattered heart, but her spirit was hopeful. For the first time, she tasted freedom… the life she had always wanted, away from the Adams.Brian took over his father’s company abroad, starting from scratch. Emily stood beside him, helping him build it until they grew together into success.When the news reached them that Warren had lost his legs and was now totally paralyzed, Brian felt justice had been served. Warren had once burned their family’s house out of jealousy, forci
The next morning, the world was ablaze with headlines. Every major station, magazine, and online platform was filled with images of Charles…his anguished cries, his desperate fight at the burning wreckage. Search engines overflowed with clips of him kneeling, screaming Emily’s name. The superstar was trending everywhere, not for his fame or fortune, but for his heartbreak.Later that day, in a massive venue packed with reporters, anchors, and flashing cameras, Charles strode onto the stage. He wore a pristine white suit, his presence commanding, his face effortlessly handsome like a Greek god carved in marble. His walk was unhurried, his aura cool and controlled. The clicking of cameras filled the air as the crowd held its breath.He sat down, exhaling heavily, frustration etched across his features. His eyes were deep, shadowed from sleepless nights, filled with sorrow and determination. Slowly, he raised a photo. It was Emily.“I am looking for this woman,” his voice rang out, stead
Emily’s arms tightened around him, her body trembling. She didn’t look back. She couldn’t. Every step away from Charles felt like a knife cutting deeper into her chest, but she forced herself forward. This was her sacrifice. She didn’t turn around, didn’t glance back. Her eyes burned with tears she refused to let fall.Warren dragged Emily toward his car, his grip possessive, his madness unrelenting. “Come on, love. Our honeymoon starts now. Forget him. He’s nothing. You chose me, remember?” His voice was both triumphant and broken, as if he couldn’t believe his victory was real.Emily’s heart twisted as she glanced back at the church façade. Charles was still inside. Her lips trembled as she whispered so softly only she could hear, “Forgive me, Charles…”Warren’s car sped away into the day.Inside, the priest and his assistant rushed to help Charles stand. His body staggered under the weight of pain, but his eyes burned with fury. He pulled out his phone, his voice sharp and commandi
“I said skip to it, Father! Finish this ceremony right now!” Warren barked, his voice echoing through the church. He didn’t care what Emily said anymore. He didn’t want to waste time. For him, the only thing that mattered was marrying her today so Charles could never take her away.The priest’s hands trembled as he lifted the book. His voice shook. “Now I pronounce you husband and…”“Stop this nonsense wedding right now!”The doors burst open with a force like a storm. Everyone froze. Emily’s eyes widened as she turned toward the voice. Her heart leapt.It was Charles.She never thought he could find them so quickly. She had believed she would be trapped, forced into marriage with Warren. But Charles had come. He was alive, unbroken, defiant. He had escaped his grandfather’s men.“Charles!!!” Warren’s face twisted in shock. His words tumbled out in a rush. “How did you get here so fast? I changed the church! How, Charles, how? Why are you here? Can’t you just let the priest finish our
The gunshot echoed like thunder.For a moment, no one moved. The room froze in silence, every breath held. Nancy’s trembling hands lowered slightly, her eyes wide, her face pale. The gun slipped from her grip and clattered to the floor.Charles stood still, his forehead untouched, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Emily clung to him, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst.Then the chaos broke. The old man’s men rushed forward, seizing Nancy before she could reach for the weapon again. She screamed, her voice cracking between laughter and sobs. “No! Let me go! Charles, you’re mine! You’re mine!” Her words dissolved into madness as she struggled against their grip.The old man’s cane struck the floor, his voice sharp and commanding. “Enough! Take her away!” His men obeyed, dragging Nancy out as she kicked and screamed, her cries echoing down the hall until they faded.Emily’s knees weakened. Charles could have died. She looked at his back and silently tha
The old man’s men surged forward, their hands reaching to tear Emily away from Charles. But Charles held her tight, pulling her to the side, trying to shield her from their grasp.“Charles, let go of Emily! I don’t want you to get hurt!” Nancy cried out, her voice trembling with worry.“Emily, come back to me! Let go of Charles now!” Warren shouted, desperate to seize the chance he thought had opened for him.Emily’s chest tightened. She looked at Charles, overwhelmed by his determination to protect her. She didn’t know how to thank him, didn’t know how to express the flood of emotions inside her.“Emily, hold my hand tightly and let’s go!” Charles urged, snapping her back to her senses. He dragged her toward the other side of the room, but another group of men blocked their path. The old man had anticipated this. He was ready.The men closed in, their eyes fixed on Emily. Charles stepped forward, driving her behind him.“Emily… is this what you want?” The old man’s voice cut through







