WHEN LOVE STROKES

WHEN LOVE STROKES

Author Hassy

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Being the daughter of the Richest woman in the city, Emma Lillian Always earned for her Mum's attention but her mum was always absent from her life. At the long run, Emma found love but it wasn't the kind of a family her Mum wanted her to get married in to. Would her Mum allow her to marry the Guy she fell in love with? Dive in to the story to find out

Chapter 1 One

" Baby!! Baby!!! Baby!!!" Emma turned on her bed and covered her ears with a pillow as her mum called her from the sitting room. " Oh what is it again" she said grumpily. " What's wrong with this girl? Emma!!!!" Her mum yelled again and she sat upright on the bed. She hit her leg on the bed and Her door opened. " What is it?" She asked a little boy who was about seven years. He came inside the room and started looking around. " What do you want?" Emma asked again and he scoffed. " Today is Monday, for Goodness sake" He said looking straight at her.

" Emma, what are you still doing on the bed? Aren't you going to the school today?" her mum,, who just entered the room asked and Emma Nodded her head. " I wanna go" She said. " then stand up from that bed and get ready, Your little brother is all dressed up for school. Why can't you learn from him?" She asked and Emma turned to Nathan who was laughing at her.

" get out of my room" She said pointing to the door but Nathan ignored her. " out!!!" Emma yelled and Nathan ran beside their mum. " mum, tell her to stop yelling at me" He said holding her skirt. " Emma..." Emma interrupted her mum. " it's Emma Lillian, call me Emma Lillian" She said and Her mum Chuckled. " I'll call you whatever I want, so stand up and get ready for school. It's already 7:30am" Her mum said and left the room with Nathan.

" I hate Mondays" Emma Said entering the bathroom. She stumbled on a box and fell to the tile. " ouch my leg!" She said in pain. " What's this thing doing here? I thought I discarded it yesterday" She said looking at the wooden box in front of her. " oh my goodness, I'll be late for school" She quickly Stood up from the floor and ran inside the bathroom.

Emma took almost a hour inside the bathroom, Washing her hair and scrubbing her body. According to her, She always wanted to look so perfect while in school. " I'm the school Angel and I must look so pretty everyday" She said Admiring herself in the bathroom mirror. She came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped over her chest and another one wrapped on her hair. She Went to her closet, opened it, brought out her well ironed uniform and Put them down on the bed slowly while smiling.

Emma Walked to the mirror and applied some make-up, she dried her hair and then put on her uniform. " Emma, This is already 8:30am. What do you think you are doing?" Her mum Shouted from the sitting room again and Emma chuckled. " No one will question me" She said putting on her Sneakers. Emma picked up her school bag and then looked at the mirror for the last time. " Today's Monday, Be the perfect girl you always are" Saying that, Emma left the room and Bumped in to her mum who was about to enter Emma's room.

" Emma, why do you always like going to school late?" Her mum asked but Emma ignored her. She sat on a chair in the dining table and turned to the maid who was standing beside her. " serve me" She said dropping her school bag on another chair. The maid served her a cup of hot tea and toasted bread. " Your driver have been waiting for you Emma, Eat fast and go to school" Her mum said but that didn't moved her as she was eating Slowly like a princess.

" You know I don't eat like Nathan do, I'm the school Angel" Emma said proudly and her mum Chuckled. " Whatever" She said. " finish your breakfast and go to school" Her mum said sitting on another chair. " aren't you going to the office today?" Emma asked her mum who was only wearing her pajamas. She packed her hair to one side and sighed. " I'm taking a day off" She said and Emma smiled. " What a good day, my Mum is taking a break today. I want to be like you when I grow up" Emma said and her mum laughed.

" Of course my little baby must be like me when she grow up" Her mum joked and they both laughed. After finishing her meal, Emma stood up from the chair and put her bag on her back. " I'm off to school" She said and pecked her mum on the cheek. " Alright, Good luck and make sure you study well" Mum said touching Emma's cheek. " Yes mum, I love you" Emma said. " I love you too baby, see you after school" She waved and Emma left the house Smiling happily.

She met her driver Pacing around the car and Emma chuckled. " Mr. Mark" She called walking closer to the car. " oh Emma Lillian, you kept me waiting" He said pointing to his wrist watch. " I'm sorry about that, I over slept and didn't know when the Alarm rang" She said and Mr. Mark shook his head. " yea I know right, That's always your excuse" He said and opened the back door from Emma. She entered and he closed it. " Now, let's take the princess to school" Mr. Mark said starting the car and He drove out of the house.

Emma Lillian an 18 year old girl, Average in height, fair in complexion with a long black hair that stopped on her shoulder. Her eyes so white with a brown pupil that Makes you want to look deep inside her eyes again and again. She was The first daughter of a wealthy woman Who was in her mid Forties. Emma Lillian , as she preferred to be called , got her second name from her mum whose name was Lillian Matt.

Emma loved her mum so much and According to her, no one can compete For the love she has For her dear mum. Emma and Her little brother, Nathan grew up with her mum and Lillian has been the one doing everything for her two kids because their father Abandoned them when he took in a new wife.. Life at Lillian's house is everything everyone could wish for. She made sure her two kids lack nothing, She employed Maids and driver's for each of them to make everything so easier for them.

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