Living With The Billionaire’s Heirs Chapter 7

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LIVING WITH THE BILLIONAIRE’S HEIRS
(Four Heirs, One heart…)

THEME: Unexpected Love

By; Anonymous Books

Chapter 7

Emma watched as Laila walked away, a sigh escaping her lips. She needed to be alone, to think, and she knew their science classroom would be empty. As she made her way there, she paused at the entrance, her breath catching when she saw Chris standing in the doorway, looking as if he was waiting for someone. The moment he saw her, he quickly looked away, but she could tell he had been waiting for her.

Rolling her eyes, Emma decided to ignore him, trying to walk past him into the classroom. But just as she was about to enter, Chris grabbed her arm, his grip firm. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his hold, pulling her closer and pushing her against the wall, trapping her between his arms.

“Let me go,” she demanded, her voice edged with anger, but Chris remained silent, his gaze intense as he stared at her.

“What do you want?” she snapped, folding her arms defensively. But Chris continued to just look at her, his eyes scanning her face.

He had been searching for her all morning, frustrated and angry that she had left the mansion without him. They were supposed to go to school together, but after last night, she had slipped away, leaving him fuming. His anger wasn’t just about her leaving, though. It was about Leo. The thought of Leo made Chris’s blood boil. He wanted to make Leo pay for being the cause of Emma ignoring him.

As he stared at her, Chris couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked, her green eyes sparkling with defiance. For a moment, his anger melted, replaced by something else, something he didn’t quite understand.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, the words foreign on his tongue. He had never apologized to anyone before, not his parents, not his brothers no one.

“What?” Emma’s eyes widened in shock. Did Chris just apologize to her?

“Stop ignoring me,” he said, and before she could respond, he pulled her into a tight hug, holding her as if he feared she might disappear.

Emma tried to push him away, but his grip only tightened. “It’s not me you should apologize to apologize to Leo,” she said, her voice firm.

At her words, Chris’s expression darkened, his hold on her loosening as he glared down at her with a fury that made her shiver. “There’s no fucking way I’m apologizing to that bastard!” he yelled, his voice loud enough to draw the attention of passersby.

Emma glanced around, uncomfortable with the eyes on them. “I’m leaving,” she said, trying to step away, but Chris grabbed her again, this time even more forcefully.

“Now listen here, and listen carefully,” he began, his voice low and dangerous, sending a chill down Emma’s spine. “You are my fucking girlfriend, and you do what I say. You don’t have the right to tell me what to do or who to apologize to,” he hissed, his words filled with a venom that made her nod quickly in fear.

“Be a good girlfriend, or I’ll fucking kick you out,” Chris threatened, his grip on her tightening painfully. Emma nodded again, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Words, baby,” he demanded.

“Yes, Chris,” she whispered, her voice trembling. A smile slowly spread across his face, as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t just threatened her.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. “Kiss me back,” he ordered, and Emma, too scared to refuse, did as he commanded, kissing him back with as much emotion as she could muster.

When he finally broke the kiss, he intertwined their hands together. “Let’s go back home. Oh, and I forgot to tell you, we’re going to your freshers’ party tomorrow night,” Chris said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Emma wanted to protest, to tell him she didn’t want to go, but the words caught in her throat, trapped by fear. “Okay,” she whispered, barely audible.

“That’s my good girl,” Chris said, a smug smirk curling his lips as he led her away, the threat still lingering in the air between them.

••••••••••

FRESHERS’ PARTY NIGHT

Tonight was the night of the fresher’s party, and Emma was going with Chris.

Earlier that evening, Chris had taken her to one of the most expensive stores in town. He insisted on buying her a new dress, shoes, and even arranging a complete makeover. Emma couldn’t say no, even though she clearly didn’t want any of it.

Back at the house, Alex decided to spend the night at his friend’s dorm to study for an upcoming test, avoiding the possibility of Chris coming home drunk. Nathan, on the other hand, had to leave earlier after an urgent call from his parents. As for Leo, he hadn’t been seen since the incident two nights ago, and it seemed he was keeping to himself in his room.

As Emma stared at herself in the mirror, she barely recognized the girl looking back at her. The dress she wore was short, just grazing her mid-thighs, a deep emerald green that accentuated her light ash-brown hair. It clung to her in all the right places, the neckline dipping low enough to make her feel self-conscious. The black stiletto heels added height, making her appear taller and more elegant, but they also made her feel unsteady. Her normally natural waves had been transformed into soft, glamorous curls cascading over her shoulders. The makeup was heavier than she was used to, giving her a sophisticated look that felt foreign. She looked like someone who was born into wealth, someone who had everything handed to them on a silver platter. But it wasn’t her. It was uncomfortable.

“Miss, you look beautiful,” one of the makeup artists said, and Emma forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes.

“This way,” the artist instructed, leading Emma out to where Chris was waiting.

Chris was leaning casually against the wall, dressed in a sleek black leather jacket over a tight-fitting white shirt and dark jeans. He looked every bit the part of the bad boy that girls usually swooned over, and he knew it. As soon as Emma appeared, his eyes widened in surprise, clearly taken aback by her transformation.

“You look… stunning,” he finally managed to say, though Emma’s smile remained forced, her discomfort obvious under his intense gaze. He looked at her like she was something to devour.

“Let’s go,” Chris said, leading her to his car, a sleek black Lamborghini that turned heads the moment they pulled up.

When they arrived at the party, all eyes were on the car. As Chris stepped out, the girls went wild, screaming and even fainting at the sight of him. It was a cliché reaction that made Emma’s stomach turn.

Chris walked around to her side, opening the passenger door and offering his hand. Emma took it, stepping out into the sea of whispers and stares.

“Has she always been this beautiful?”
“They look cute together.”
“Still from a poor home, though…”

The whispers were relentless, but Chris and Emma ignored them as they made their way towards the entrance. Chris’s arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, making it clear to everyone that she was his.

“Are you okay?” Chris asked, and Emma nodded, though anyone watching closely could see the uncertainty in her eyes.

“Yes,” she replied softly, but it was hard to believe her.

An hour into the party, Emma was sitting uncomfortably on Chris’s lap, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. He had insisted she stay there with him, surrounded by his group of friends who kept eyeing her like a piece of meat. Some of them even tried flirting with her, making her visibly uncomfortable. Emma sat silently, sipping on a glass of milk Chris had told her not to drink alcohol because he thought she was still too young. Not that she minded, but it was clear he was controlling her every move.

Suddenly, Chris stood up, pulling Emma to her feet without a word. He began leading her away from the auditorium where the party was being held.

“Where are we going?” Emma asked, her voice tinged with anxiety, but Chris didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled out a key and unlocked a door at the end of a quiet hallway. Inside was a small, empty room with a single bed. Without hesitation, Chris locked the door behind them.

Emma’s heart raced with fear. Anyone watching would see the panic in her eyes as she realized what might happen next.

“Baby, you’re fucking tempting,” Chris said, his voice low and husky. Before Emma could protest, he forcefully pressed his lips against hers, his hands roaming under her dress as he pushed her towards the bed.

“Chris, please no,” Emma managed to push him away, her hands shaking with fear.

“Why? You’re my girlfriend,” Chris snapped, his anger flaring as he yelled at her.

“I’m not ready,” Emma’s voice trembled, tears streaming down her face. But Chris ignored her, smashing his lips against hers again, his hands grabbing her roughly.

In a desperate attempt to make him stop, Emma bit his lip. But it only made things worse. Chris’s hand came down hard on her face, the slap echoing in the small room.

“Are you crazy, you bitch? How dare you?” he screamed, his eyes wild with fury. “You, this poor thing, you should be grateful I’m even getting you expensive things. Don’t regret it when I sleep with other girls!” With that, he stormed out, leaving Emma alone and crying.

As she touched her bruised cheek, anyone watching would see the deep disgust and shame in her eyes. She was horrified by what had just happened. She needed to get out of there fast.

As Emma rushed out of the room, tears streaming down her face, she caught sight of Chris locked in a passionate embrace with Beatrice. Beatrice looked up and, upon seeing Emma, smirked smugly, clearly enjoying Emma’s distress. Those around them, oblivious to the real reason for Emma’s tears, assumed she was upset about Chris cheating on her. The crowd began to mock her, their cruel laughter echoing in the hallway. They whispered harsh words, saying she wasn’t enough to keep her boyfriend.

Unable to bear the humiliation, Emma ran out of the building and called a cab, desperate to escape. When she arrived back at the mansion, she collapsed onto the cold floor of the parlor, sobbing uncontrollably. She kicked off her heels, no longer caring about the expensive makeover Chris had forced upon her.

Upstairs, Leo was in his room, nursing his own troubles. He noticed that his water bottle was empty and sighed, dreading the thought of going downstairs, even though he knew the house was empty. Reluctantly, he decided to venture down to the kitchen.

As he approached the living room, he heard someone crying. His steps faltered as he came across Emma, curled up on the floor, her dress disheveled and her face streaked with tears. Her shirt was barely covering her, and her cheek was visibly bruised. Their eyes met, and for a moment, Leo’s stoic expression softened, but he quickly looked away and continued towards the kitchen.

After grabbing a new bottle of water, Leo turned to head back upstairs, but Emma rushed towards him, stopping him in his tracks. She grabbed his shirt, forcing him to face her. Leo stiffened, wanting nothing to do with her. She was Chris’s girlfriend, and anything involving Chris was bound to bring trouble. He tried to walk away, but she blocked his path.

Before he could react, Emma threw herself into his arms, catching him off guard. The bottle of water slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor as she started crying, her sobs wracking her small frame. Leo froze, unsure of what to do. He had never been in a situation like this, never had a girl cry so desperately in his arms.

“He hit me,” Emma hiccuped, her voice barely a whisper as she clung to him. Leo stood still, his face impassive, though his mind raced. “I didn’t want him to take my virginity, so I bit his lip, and he hit me.” Her words came out in a rush, her tears soaking through his white shirt.

Leo said nothing, his expression unreadable. Emma continued to cry, her words tumbling out between sobs. “I didn’t want this,” she repeated, her voice breaking with each syllable.

Leo’s thoughts were conflicted. He wanted to help, but he knew that getting involved with Chris’s girlfriend was dangerous. After a moment of hesitation, he gently pushed her away, breaking the embrace. Emma gasped as she watched him walk away, his back turned coldly towards her as he ascended the stairs.

She stood there, staring after him, feeling more alone than ever. After what felt like hours, she finally dragged herself to her room. She took a long, hot shower, trying to wash away the feeling of Chris’s touch. Dressed in comfortable pajamas, she lay in bed, but every time she closed her eyes, memories of Chris’s hands on her body made her jolt awake. Sleep was impossible.

With Laila not around to comfort her, Emma felt completely lost. In desperation, she ran out of her room and up the stairs, searching for Leo’s room. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be there, but fear overpowered her sense of propriety.

Leo had just changed into his pajamas and was about to climb into bed when the door to his room swung open. Emma stood there, tears in her eyes, looking utterly defeated.

“Get out,” Leo said immediately, his voice firm.

“Please, I’m scared. I can’t sleep because I keep thinking of Chris’s hands on my body,” Emma pleaded, her voice trembling. But Leo’s expression remained hard as stone.

“Get out of my room,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Emma didn’t budge. Instead, she climbed onto his bed, pulling the duvet over herself, seeking comfort in his presence. “Please, please,” she begged, her voice breaking as she started to sob again.

Leo knew this was wrong. If Chris found out, he would be furious, and Leo wasn’t sure he could handle the consequences. But seeing her in this state, so broken and vulnerable, stirred something in him. He couldn’t turn her away, not when she was so clearly in need of comfort, a feeling he knew all too well.

With a heavy sigh, Leo sat down on the edge of the bed, a book in his hand as if to distract himself from the situation. He didn’t say a word, keeping his emotions in check.

“Thank you,” Emma whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.

Leo didn’t respond. He just stared at the book in his hand, trying to focus on the words, though they blurred together as he struggled to suppress the conflicting emotions swirling within him.

Slowly, Emma reached out, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his pajama shirt as she closed her eyes, hoping the nightmare would fade away. Finally, exhaustion took over, and she drifted into a restless sleep, her breathing evening out as the tears on her cheeks dried. Leo remained seated beside her, his gaze distant as he kept watch, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders.

Leo stared at the sleeping Emma, her soft breaths the only sound in the quiet room. This was the first time he had ever let a girl into his private space; not even his brothers were allowed in. His gaze lingered on her tear-streaked face, her cheeks still red from the slap Chris had delivered, and her eyes swollen from crying.

Leaning in carefully, Leo reached out to gently remove a strand of hair that had fallen near her mouth. For a moment, his fingers brushed against her skin, and a strange warmth spread through him.

Realizing what he had done, he quickly pulled back, clearing his throat in an attempt to regain his composure. Guilt and confusion gnawed at him; he wasn’t sure why he had let her into his room in the first place. The whole situation felt wrong, yet he couldn’t bring himself to turn her away.

As the night wore on, Leo tried to focus on his book, but the words became a blur. Eventually, sleep overcame him, and he dozed off, the book still in his arms, with Emma sleeping beside him.

Meanwhile, Chris stumbled out of his car, reeking of alcohol but still conscious enough to regret what he had done earlier. He hated himself for hitting Emma, and now, all he wanted was to see her and somehow make things right.

“Emma!” he called out, his voice echoing in the stillness of the night. It was two in the morning, and he assumed she must already be asleep.

He made his way to her room, but it was empty. Panic began to rise in his chest as he called out her name again, but there was no response. Frantically, Chris checked Nathan’s, Alex’s, and his own room, but she was nowhere to be found.

Then, a troubling thought crossed his mind the possibility that Emma might be with Leo. It seemed unlikely, but he had to be sure. He knew Leo wouldn’t usually let anyone into his room, least of all Emma, but desperation clouded his judgment.

His anger simmered as he stood in front of Leo’s door, his heart pounding in his chest. He hated Leo with a passion, but right now, he needed to find Emma. Taking a deep breath, Chris reached for the doorknob and slowly opening the door .

TBC…

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