Emberly pov
"It's okay Emberly, calm down, calm yourself, she won't come near Adrian again, just calm," my inner voice says as I stand on the river park side, staring at the river water while throwing stones in it, biting my lips so hard that I bruise them.
"Why did you do that?" My hand tightened around the stone. It was holding on to throw into the river when I heard his deep husky voice behind me.
"Go to hell," I yelled, continuing to stare at the river.
"Why did you hit and beat the hell out of her?" he sat beside me.
"If she clings around my husband, then I will kill her." I closed my eyes and recalled the memories of her clinging to Adrian. Ugh, I can't tolerate any other woman than me around him.
He is mine and will be mine forever.
Oh, yes, you are the biggest mafia woman in New York, "Adrian smiled, looking at me while shaking his head."
I frowned. "Listen, I didn't come here to listen to your lecture, understand."
"Yes, but you came to beat the shit out of everyone," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder.
"I can't see any other women around you. I have only one life, and in that also, she is just entering into that forcefully." I threw away the stone I was holding so hard over the river water.
I just don't know what will happen to me, but one thing is confirmed: I will kill someone if they try to come between me and Adrian.
I looked beside myself, but the spot was empty here.
God, what is happening to me? I just dreamed about Adrian talking with me.
Wait, shit. I clasped my hand over my mouth.
What will his reaction be when he finds out what I did to that girl who was clinging to him?
Let him think whatever he wants to. I don't care. I have only one life and in that one life she is forcefully coming into it.
If they dare to take Adrian away from me, I will kill any other girl.
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I entered the mansion.
I quickly stopped when I heard him.
"Emberly,"
I turned around and found him ascending the stairs.
"What?" I asked without reacting to anything.
Just don't show him how much he affects you. Ignore him. Try to remain straight-faced.
"Would you mind explaining what you did there?" he asks, standing in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket.
"I don't want to talk about it right now."
"Seriously, is this the only thing you want to say?" he raised his eyebrows.
"Em, see, we did the shopping and bought this for you also," I heard mom's voice.
Mom and Skylar entered while Celia and other maids carried dozens of shopping bags behind them.
They have an unhealthy obsession with shopping.
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