Emily’s Dilemma: Seduced by Billionaire Brothers

It was a constant torture for Emily following the weeks of fund raiser red carpet and Mr. Hatton’s sudden heart attack, but even with him responding to the treatment she still felt the aftermath of Jackson’s sudden but sweet kiss in front of the paparazzi. Before she got married to Ethan, she had a lived a life of cleaning toilets and being a total nobody with no idea what the next day was going to hold but at that moment, she was followed by a flock of paparazzi just as she stepped outside after her GED exams.

“Emily!! Look here!”

“Why are you just taking the GED exams?”

“Are you an Ethan going to get a divorce now?”

“Are you having an affair with your husband’s brother”

“Emily, a statement please!”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Emily is it true you’re the bastard daughter of movie producer Mr. Brown and your mother is the former actress Alyssa” The question rang louder above the others so desperately that she was forced to hear it.

Emily stopped in her tracks, her hired bodyguard nearly knocking into her in the process. She paused, the question going over in her head a thousand times and when she turned to find the particular reporteri it wasn’t hard because the lady was straight at her unblinking.

“What do you have to say about that Emily Hatton?” the lady pushed herself to the front, thrusting the camera in Emily’s face. Emily couldn’t understand why but a certain anger boiled over when did her life become so public?

“Why do I have to say anything?” she pushed back and she hadn’t even realized when the words had escaped her lips “Go touch some grass honey” she said finally said as she felt her bodyguard began to haul her away but the reporter was smiling now, like she knew she had hit the right nerve. But Emily stopped again and she turned around, something had pricked her about the reporter the confidence on her face but it wasn’t just that, it was how familiar she looked but she just couldn’t place it.

“Have we met before?” she asked amidst the shuffle and numerous clicks of the camera, but the lady only stared at her before shoving the mic back in her face.

“What do you have to say about that Mrs. Hatton, are you the bastard daughter of the movie producer and where is your mother now? Are you still in contact with her? Who is your real father Mrs. Hatton” her voice crisp and professional. It took Emily an impossible amount of willpower to hold herself back from lunging at that woman, and just to wipe the silly smirk off her face. This woman knew her, and the only way that was possible was that she had an informant and she knew exactly who it was.

“We have to go Mrs. Hatton” her bodyguard took hold of her arm before she could say anything further and hauling her away.

After Emily was seated in the backseat of the car, her heart still racing from hearing details of her life from a stranger. She still felt the heat emanating from her and the morning sickness that was swimming its way back to her throat she forced it back down with a gulp.

“Are you okay Mrs. Hatton?” she heard her body guard and chauffeur ask her from the front seat of the car, and when she saw her reflection at the mirror she indeed looked visibly shaken, her whole face looked red and flushed with beads of perspiration lining her forehead.

“I’m fine” she managed to stutter but didn’t look convinced. She looked at him now, Victor Cornwell as he had introduced himself the day he was hired by the Hatton family following the scandals that started since the fundraiser. It felt weird, having someone follow her around with their sole purpose to protect her and she wasn’t sure how their protocol worked. Was he supposed to overly care about her too. Even Jackson had been unwilling to let her out of his sight from the family house that was where she had been living since Jackson’s kidnap alongside with Jackson and of course Ethan too.

“I’ll be your body guard” Jackson had told her with his dreamy voice, his hands holding her tightly before she went for the exam, and she could only smile sheepishly because what else was to say or do when the butterflies fluttered endlessly.

“I have worked for many celebrities, and they never stop for the paparazzi. It’s like an unspoken rule” Victor said breaking through her thoughts of Jackson.

“I’m fine Victor” she said with finality to her tone, she didn’t want to talk about especially with someone she was just meeting newly.

Victor nodded now, but handed her a bottle of water that was sitting in the front compartment of the car “Here some water, you’ll feel better”

Emily eyed him suspiciously but she accepted the bottle from him because truly she felt thirsty. She twisted the cap and took a several gulps while Victor watched her and she threw him a look

“Where to now Mrs. Hatton? Back to the Hatton Estate?” Victor asked now

“No” Emily shook her head, she wasn’t ready to go home yet, not when she had someone to confront, the only person other than the Hatton brothers that knew that much information about her.

“Take me to Brown Estate” she said and she saw Victor’s raised brows through the top mirror but she ignored.

Emily felt the anger intensify further as they circled the driveway in Anita’s house, the last time she had seen her was the day she decided to meet her father even though she had refused to pursue that further.

“Wait here” she said to Victor whom she saw was already half way out of the car.

“But ”

“Don’t follow me” she ordered now and she made her way to the large double oaken door that seemed locked with a harsh finality but when she knocked gently, it gave way with a silent echo and she stopped surprise. She stepped in briskly, the echo of her heels on the marble floor echoing back at her as they were no sound coming from within. She restrained herself from calling out for Anita as she was hesitant to go further.

She was just about to turn around when she heard it the grunts coming from above. She should have totally minded her business but her innate curiosity got the best of her and she succumbed to it, how could she not, it was nearly impossible not to. Slowly and quietly she climbed her through the long flight of stairs and the sounds became clearer to her as she drew closer. She stopped just in front of the door that the sounds came out from and she was suddenly hesitant, her heart thrummed and she felt something move in her stomach it was definitely not the baby.

Slowly, she pushed the door open with a slight creak and her mouth fell open as she realized the sight before her, her eyes widened in shock and her palms instantly going to cove her mouth

“Mother!” she echoed “And Mr. Brown?”

Calling him dad felt so wrong in all levels.