The CEO Darkest Secret

Chapter 3 - Parting And Mutual Feelings

Arriving at their flight destination, Emma walked to clear her boarding pass and didn't stare back at Ephraim nor say "Hi" to him. She was a woman of substance and vowed never to become a puppet like her mother, who was mostly seen begging her father and doing whatever he stated.

"If that's how love is, then to hell with love!" Emma cursed as she walked to carry her bag, waiting for it to arrive.

Ephraim was dressed in a business class white suit, and it hugged tighter to his well-masculine body, bringing out his well-chiseled chest. He walked to carry his box too.

Emma wore a long blue gown, and she looked like a sexy goddess with her seductive hips and shapes.

Emma knew a lot of guys were admiring her and also sending her proposals to be their woman or go on a date with one of them. But as she was a billionaire's daughter, they didn't dare to stop her anyhow or disturb her life.

Emma's dream was to secure a good job and own her own money, as she didn't want to depend on her husband. She wanted to become an independent woman and not a woman licking her husband's ass for money.

Just as Emma stared backwards, her eyes met with Ephraim, and she gulped, wondering if they were going to the same destination.

Unknown to Emma, she blushed and immediately stared away, as she wondered how a man like Ephraim would be looking seductively charming like a woman.

Ephraim wasn't smiling. He walked past Emma, took his box, and like a swifter, turned and left her to continue ogling at him as he left and entered into a taxi to go to the hotel location sent to him.

Emma finally snapped out of her thoughts, shook her head, frowned, and finally took her box and also headed out from the airport too. She had escaped from home, so she didn't take any much clothes with her, as her father was a powerful man, and she knew if he found out that she had run away, he would search for her and force her down to marry the man he was busy discussing with her mother about.

Emma finally entered into a taxi and went to her aunt's place, as her aunt was a single mother with two kids, as her aunt didn't marry any man either.

Emma had thought getting randomly pregnant without marriage was the best, but knowing how her father was more concerned about his prestige and family honor, she knew she would be punished. She was only 22 years old and had just gotten her certificate on her business administration, and instead of her father speaking to her about fixing her into his company, he was busy discussing about selling her off in the name of marriage.

Emma relaxed her back to the taxi, as her aunt's house was far from the airport. She knew her mother would be sad, but she didn't care and wouldn't be tossed around like her mother.

"I know Dad will soon send his men to find me here, but first, let me relax and enjoy my remaining few days before getting entangled with a man in the name of marriage. I'm sure for Father to approve of him, he must be a powerful man and not just some d**k and harry."

Emma cussed, and the taxi driver kept stolen glances at her through the rearview mirror until they arrived at her destination, and Emma stepped down, paid for her ride, and went to her aunt's house gate and knocked on it.

The security man opened the gate for her, and Emma dragged her box in...

"Welcome," the security man spoke in their French language, and Emma stared at him with a simple nod, while she handed her traveling box to him and strode to the house.

Aunt Mila Gregs was shocked to see Emma and smiled, dropping her watering can as she walked to the front to welcome Emma. She was a 50-year-old woman, and Emma's mom was her only cousin sister from their maternal side.

"Emma, when did you arrive here?" Aunt Mila asked.

"Not quite long, the travel journey wasn't far," Emma replied, as Aunt Mila approached her and gave her a hug.

"Welcome, my sweet tomato. You're looking cuter daily. Don't tell me you haven't gotten any engagement yet from any handsome man?"

"Hmm," Emma frowned.

"I'm not interested in marriage, Aunt. I want to be like you," Emma said.

"No. Don't say that, Emma. You're cute, and there's no man that wouldn't turn backward to stare at you twice."

"No, Aunt. I want to be independent and not a housewife. I don't need a man, and Dad's planning on selling me off in the name of marriage."

Aunt Mila only smiled and nodded.

"Come, let's go in," Aunt Mila replied, and Emma sighed and went into the standard duplex house with her aunt.

Aunt Mila was home alone, as her two daughters were in school, as her first daughter was 25 years old, while her second daughter was 22 years old, like Emma.

"Where are Joy and Grace?" Emma asked, and Aunt Mila smiled as she walked into the living room.

"They ain't yet home. You know Grace is so obsessed on becoming a model?" Aunt Mila spoke as she walked towards the kitchen to prepare dinner for Emma.

"You must be hungry. Not to worry, you go upstairs and freshen up first. Let me prepare something for us to eat."

"Alright, Aunt. But Aunt..." Emma paused and stared back at Aunt Mila, who stood beside the kitchen entrance door.

"Don't tell Father or Mother that I am here. I really don't want to marry that man, and I mean it."

Aunt Mila smiled.

"Come on, Emma. Marriage is sweet when you find the right man. Don't tell me that you like how I am single. Grace and Joy are still fighting with me for not knowing who their real father is, and being born by different fathers."

"Hmm... But they're still sisters and are birthed from the same womb, does it matter who their real father is. I don't need a man, and that's final," Emma said.

"Alright, Emma. You just go upstairs first and freshen up. When you're back, we can discuss about this. Besides, it has been long since your mother lastly called me. You know Sandra loves your father so much and does whatever he said, as she only supported him and doesn't argue with him. Your father is a good man, and Sandra is lucky to have him as her husband, as he doesn't cheat on her, and he's more committed on focusing on his work than other women. I think that's what you don't understand. If you find a good man like your father, you shouldn't push him away but try to keep him dear, as they're rare gems to find."

"Hmm..." Emma stared away and started climbing the living room stairs, and she remembered the handsome man that she had sat next to inside the plane. Her body was aching, and so Emma thought she needed rest, and she decided not to argue with her aunt as she knew that Aunt Mila was almost like her mother, and they were still close like sisters.

Emma quickly went upstairs to her room, as she had a room in Aunt Mila's mansion. When she was a kid, her mother used to bring her to Aunt Mila's house whenever she was on holiday to bond with Grace and Joy Gregs as sisters. But Grace was more aloof and older.

Grace didn't like her, and they hardly spoke to each other. Aunt Mila was an entertainer during her youthful age, and she made a lot of money being a strip club dancer.

Emma sighed, knowing if there was any among them disturbing Aunt Mila for who had impregnated her in the past; It would be none other than Grace Gregs as she nagged a lot and was a hothead.