Married to A Cruel Billionaire

Emma groaned covering her ears with a pillow but it was effortless. The banding of the drum was too loud, coupled with her brother's annoying laughter!

They filled her ears completely stopping her from having any more sleep.

This has been Carl's way of waking her up every blessed weekend.

She gave up trying to sleep and sat up on the bed throwing a pillow in Carl's way.

"I am so going to kill you" Emma said, throwing another pillow at him which he caught with ease while laughing at his already pissed sister.

"I know you love me so much to think of killing me" he replied sticking out his tongue childishly.

Emma rolled her eyes, she snorted, removing the blanket off her body and stood up on her feet not before passing a glare to Carl.

"I am up now, isn't that what you wanted? Now get out of my room" she said, pushing him towards the exit.

"Good morning to you too sis and yes, I had a good night's rest" he retorted sarcastically.

Emma couldn't help the smile that crept up on her face, her brother might be annoying but he has a way of putting a smile on her face.

"Anyways, don't take too much time in the shower. Mum and Dad are already at the table, if you stay long in here, I might decide to eat without you because I am damn hungry."

He grinned leaving the room not forgetting to close the door with a thud.

Emma shook her head while dragging her feet to the bathroom. She quickly brushed her teeth, washed her hair and took her bath.

She stepped out not long after, dripping wet in a towel. Combing her hair, she didn't bother applying cream on her body.

She settled for a casual wear and put it on then rushed out of the room with her mind prepared for the sermon she is going to receive from her Mum for waking up late and keeping them waiting.

"Good morning Mum, Good morning Dad" she greeted taking a seat opposite them beside Carl.

Her Dad nodded his head in response, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

"Why do you love keeping us waiting at the breakfast table all the time?" Mrs Bryson asked, narrowing her eyes at her daughter.

Emma grinned and shrugged her

shoulders. It's the weekend, and she doesn't know what they expect from her after a tiring week in college.

The school resumed a new session and first weeks of resumption are always foggy.

She needed to sleep the stress off eventually.

"I am sorry Mum" She replied, serving herself a plate of sandwich and beef.

Emma knew it was her brother who served earlier leaving out her own plate, only him is capable of doing anything to get on her nerves.

"She is always sorry but will never change" she heard him mutter quietly.

Emma stomped on his feet, Carl let out a painful whimper while shitting his teeth together as he threw daggers at her.

Their Mum shook her head at them wondering when they would grow up and stop bickering all the time.

No one spoke after that, everyone ate in silence.

Emma tilted her head to her Dad, she discovered he had been putting and pouring down the sandwich from the plate to the spoon and vice versa.

A scowl appeared on her face as she tried to understand what's going on with her Dad.

Her Dad has never been the type that plays with food nor the type to be found lost during a meal.

Is anything bothering him? What could it be? She just realized he hasn't spoken a word since she joined them on the table.

"Dad?" She called bringing her Mum and brother's attention to them.

Mr Bryson raised his head to his beautiful young daughter, he found it hard to look at her in the face.

Last week, he got the news of the little family restaurant he has been managing with his wife to take care of the family being sold to the Campbells.

This means one thing, any property that is sold to the Campbells, they destroy everything in it not minding or caring about the effect it will have on others.

The Campbells family is the richest in Washington and are known in the business world across various countries in the world.

The restaurant is the family's only source of income. It will be demolished, his kids won't be able to continue their education and daily feeding will become a liability for them.

For the past one week, Mr Bryson thought about it but then, after fortunately meeting with Mr Campbell senior, his condition before leaving the restaurant space out of the buildings that will be demolished in that area dampened his mood the more.

That's the reason he can't face his daughter because all this revolves around her.

"What's wrong Dad? You have been spacing out on us, is anything wrong?" Emma asked in a worried and confused tone.

Mrs Bryson took a quick glance at her husband, she had advised him to at least act normal so that they could enjoy a peaceful family breakfast like they always do since she's aware of the fact that this breakfast might be the last they will have peacefully.

It hurts her more about this dangerous decision they are about making for their only daughter, Mrs Bryson wishes she can change it.

No mother will be happy to push her child into the devil's den but then again, someone has to make the sacrifice and it happens to be her sweet daughter.

Mrs Bryson feels more ashamed of herself and feels less of a mother for not being able to do anything to help the situation.

Mr Bryson sighed, he pushed his plate away and stood up in a swift.

"Meet me in the room" he said to Emma who sat there totally lost as to why her Dad is acting this way.

Emma's heart flew to her throat in fright. There is really something that is no doubt about her. Curiosity overwhelmed her, she was lost and confused.

The seriousness in her Dad's voice scared her to the core. This isn't just ordinary, this isn't about her doing something wrong. She could tell!

"Mum, what's going on?" Carl asked, looking as confused as his sister.

Just like Mr Bryson, Mrs Bryson stood up from the table while giving her two kids an apologetic look and left for the stairs.

Emma's stomach shunned loudly in fear as anxiety began settling in.

A certain weird feeling settled in her stomach. She also lost the appetite to continue eating the sumptuous meal.

She is not having a good feeling about this.

"Are you okay sis?" Carl asked, seeing how quiet Emma went after seeing their parents leaving the table.

He might be just seventeen and behaves childish most of the time but when it has to do with his sister's sensitive and sad state, he can't help but worry.

He knows whatever their parents are going to discuss with Emma isn't just ordinary.

Carl is so concerned about anything that has to do with his sister. It is natural for him to feel that way.

Emma stood up ignoring the feeling that kept choking her. She passed a tight smile to Carl.

She doesn't want to bother him with anything, that's the last thing she will want to do to him.

"You don't have to worry about me Carl, I will be fine I promise"

She assured as she began taking slow steps towards the stairs, her heart racing a marathon.

She paused when she reached her parent's door taking in a deep breathe to calm her anxiety before she opened the door.

The moment Emma entered into the room, she was faced with her parents seated in a close space.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes darting from her Mum to her Dad but they both refused to meet her gaze!

Her Mum sighed with a nervous smile.