Chapter 179:

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Emily’s POV

I was sitting on a stool in front of the bar counter when a man sat beside me. I turned to him, and he stared at me knowingly before nodding and walking away.

I immediately followed him to the VIP room of the bar and locked the door. We made it look like we were hooking up, so even if someone was watching, no suspicions would arise.

He bowed his head. “I’m at your service, Miss. What do you want me to do?”

He was my dad’s loyal butler. When my dad was forced to leave the mafia organization due to his condition, his loyal men went their separate ways, but they left their contact information. Now, I needed them.

I lifted my chin. “I need you to find someone and investigate them.”

He nodded. “Just give me the name, Miss.”

I handed him a piece of paper where I had written Matt, Attorney Lee, and Connor Foster’s names. He immediately accepted it and read it.

“I’ll do everything I can, Miss.”

“Stay for two more hours,” I said when he bowed, asking permission to leave.

I pointed at the table. “Eat and drink for now. We can’t leave immediately. There might be someone watching us.”

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He nodded and sat on the couch. I sat on the single couch across from him and took out my phone.

I scrolled through my contacts and sighed when I reached Matt’s number. Why did I even open my contacts?

I exited the contact list and opened the messages. My lips parted when I saw Matt’s texts:

“Good morning, sunshine!”
No reply?
“Good evening, Miss!”
“I saw your post. Why are you in a bar again?”
“I’m gonna pick you up.”
“Where are you? Did you leave?”
“Are you avoiding me?”
“I’ll bring my clothes to your condo.”
“Are we okay? Did I do something you don’t like?”
“Em… I miss you…”

I clenched my jaws and massaged the bridge of my nose.

I exited the messages and tossed my phone onto the couch beside me.
I miss him, and it’s driving me crazy. I don’t remember exactly how or why I ended up liking him, but I can no longer stop it. There’s no way to redeem myself now that I’ve unknowingly given him everything. He didn’t just own my body. He managed to conquer my heart and soul too.
Matt Foster, what did you do to me?

I lost track of time. I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up, four hours had passed. My dad’s butler was still sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

When he saw me stir, he immediately sat up properly, and I realized he’d been waiting for me to wake up.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “You can go ahead.”

He nodded and stood up. I got up too, not bothering to fix myself. I simply ran my fingers through my hair as he opened the door and left.

I was about to leave when someone entered the VIP room. He came straight to me, grabbed my wrist, and angrily shoved me back onto the couch.

His eyes were blazing, his jaw clenched.

“What the hell is your problem?!” I growled at him.

“Where is my brother?”

I laughed sarcastically. “I don’t know. Why are you asking me?”

I flinched when he gripped my wrists tighter and pinned me down. He was on top of me now. The cross pendant of his necklace brushed against my chest.

“My brother’s out of reach. He’s missing. Is that why you’re f*cking another man, huh?”

My forehead creased. “What’s it to you?”

“You whore!” he spat. “I don’t understand why my brother likes you when, clearly, you’re just a dirty whore who would willingly open her legs for anyone itching to f*ck!”

I kicked my legs and tried to pull my arms back, but he was too strong. All I could do now was glare at him and talk back.

“I don’t care what you think, Mason Foster. I already broke up with your brother, so you better leave me out of this mess. I didn’t tell your brother to disappear or to like me. Watch your mouth, you asshole!”

He laughed darkly, his eyes staring me down. “You don’t want my brother anymore, so you’re trying to find a new boy toy? Is that it?”

I smirked. “Why? Are you willing to be my boy toy?”

His eyes wandered over me, starting from my exposed chest and traveling down to my legs. I was wearing a skirt, but because of what he did, it had ridden up to my hips, exposing my panties.

He laughed mockingly, then looked back at my face. “You think I’d f*ck someone else’s leftovers? You’re overused, woman. I’m not interested in you.”

I gritted my teeth, my lips trembling with anger. The corners of my eyes began to water as my chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath I took.

“Get off me!” I growled, struggling beneath him. “Get off me, you asshole! I don’t know where your brother is, so don’t ever come near me again! You and your family are psychopaths, and I don’t want any part of it!”

He stared at me with his jaw clenched and a dark expression on his face. I couldn’t figure out what he was thinking, and at that moment, I didn’t care. I just wanted to get out of there. His words were eating away at me.

Am I really just a leftover? Am I overused? Maybe he’s right. I’ve been with other men, just looking for someone who would love me the way I need to be loved. I’ve even been… assaulted. The flood of emotions overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

He finally let go of me, and I didn’t care if he saw my tears. All I wanted was to leave and get away from him. He was too much. His words… I couldn’t bear them.

I grabbed my bag, which I had dropped earlier, and walked out without saying another word. Why am I letting him affect me? He’s nothing. Just the twin brother of the man I care about. No big deal.

I wiped the tears from my cheek. You’re not weak, Emily. Damn it!

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