"I know who you are" the voice said behind Emily and Dominic. They froze on the spot. The voice wasn't familiar. They had just finished drafting our plans for their new contract, and it was getting late, so they decided to round up. They were heading towards the car park when they heard the voice. When they turned, it was only a shadow they could see. "Who are you?" Emily said slowly approaching the figure but was held back by Dominic. "You might get hurt" Dominic was angry and concerned at the same time. "I will make sure I haunt you and take everything that's precious to you as you took from me" the voice said before disappearing into the darkness. Emily, CEO of E&S Foundation, the adopted daughter of Elizabeth Johnson, who is one of the richest women in Europe. Emily was loved by Elizabeth even though she had her own kids. She had a reason to love and care for her, it was because of the guilt she felt after killing her parents in an accident fifteen years ago and was also threatened to take care of her. Dominic was a CEO from another company. Dominic and Emily met when the two companies had to sign a contract. Their chemistry was undeniable and each of them had secrets they couldn't tell each other. Chaos, blood spills, and truths begin to unfold. What will be the fate of Emily and Dominic and everything they've built? No one knows who is the master behind the chaos. Who is the master? And what truth would be unfolded?
Chapter 1 ONE NIGHT STAND
CHAPTER 1
Emily's POV
Let me start by saying this wasn't part of my plan for today.
I would rather be in my mansion now, in my bathtub filled with roses, drinking my red wine while watching netflix or trying to do things that would make my company grow more. I wasn't the party type that is why I think I'm more successful than my mate or maybe, because I was adopted by the richest woman in Europe.
I just wanted to clear my head. The number of drunk people were more than the people who are trying to make it in life.
The neon blue lights and dim red lights were the only things that broke the darkness and it was comforting for people who go clubbing as if their lives depended on it. I didn't like the flashes of the lights.
I came to the party with two of my rich fake friends. Yeah, they're fake. They're only with me because I'm rich too, or should I say wealthy?
I had told them to bring me to the club as I wanted to clear my head and they were so happy.
"I'll be right back. Enjoy the night" Rita said as she disappeared into the crowd. At least Veronica was still here with me.
"I need to go dance" Veronica said. She was my last hope. I held her by the wrist.
"Do you really have to dance? Who's gon' stay with me?" I asked. I really felt uncomfortable.
She laughed at me before saying,
"You're a full blown adult, Emily. Act like it." She rolled her eyes before also disappearing into the crowds. I wasn't surprised, they both weren't my real friends.
I didn't want anybody to see me as a weakling because I wasn't a weakling. But, as soon as I entered here, my body felt heavy, I couldn't move properly. I just sat where the bartender was giving shots and took so many shots until I had to use the washroom.
I staggered in my heels and pulled my short, bodycon skirt down. The gesture I did didn't do anything. I preferred being in my corporate wear but these fake friends of mine insisted I wore the skirt and torn shirt...what do they call it? Crop shirt?-- whatever.
I could've just stood my ground and said I wouldn't wear any short clothes. Now, I wished I never asked those fake friends of mine to take me to the club. I hated attention especially from drunkards but the dress I wore didn't protect me from drunk men who staggered towards me as I walked to the washroom.
As I walked along the hallway, I felt like throwing up and fainting. The stench of alcohol and cries...no...moans coming from people who were having sex were so disgusting.
The moment I was inside a washroom section, I could still hear people's moans. Are these people not bothered about their future? I was embarrassed on behalf of them.
After using the washroom, I was about to go back to the main hall where the party was still on-going, when I saw Rita's shoes close to a door. I placed my ears against the door and heard nothing. I was about to leave, when I heard moans coming from the room.
I opened the door.
"Rita?" I said in a low voice trying to look closely as the room was a little dark.
"Oh my God! Who's that?" Rita said as she came down from the person she was riding. Such an embarrassing sight. I didn't know I could fund Rita in a room with some random guy having sex. Who knows if Veronica was not doing the same thing?
I needed to see who she was rocking at least I would use that to haunt her for the rest of her life. I entered the room and turned on my flashlight on my phone. My heart stopped beating --- no, I think it entered my stomach, my blood stopped flowing. I pinched myself and surely I wasn't dreaming.
"Who the hell are you?! Turn off your flashlight!!" Rita shouted as her partner pushed my hands causing my phone to fall.
"Rita and Donald. What a pleasant surprise" I said as I picked up my phone only to see shocked faces. Funny enough, I wasn't hurt or even crying. I knew I didn't love Donald but the fact he cheated on me made me angry.
"Emily?" Donald said with his eyes wide open.
"Bam!" I said as I smirked. I took pictures of them.
"What are you doing?!!!" Rita shouted. I smiled wickedly when I replied,
"I'm going to use this and tarnish the image your father helped you to build and also tarnish your dad's own."
"Darling, please. I can explain, this was a mistake. I'm drunk, please. I still love you" he pleaded as he stood up from the bed, naked.
My blood started flowing again. It was boiling with revenge. I laughed loudly and I knew how evil it sounded then my face turned to a frown almost immediately.
"A mistake? I understand. And....my name's Emily " I said as I turned to leave.
"Emily, please!! I can give you half of my shares" Rita's voice rang out as I just smiled and kept walking to the main hall. I knew how evil I was when it was all about getting revenge.
Donald didn't even run after me which made my blood boil more with anger.
Get prepared, you're all going to regret it. Let's have fun tonight. Time to look for who I'll sleep with tonight.