His Irresistible Pretty Little Sin

Rules

Emma's POV

“Rule number one: You don’t enter the third floor, unless you are called or asked by Lord Emerson. Never you go in there if he doesn't ask you to,” the butler, who was a woman in her late forties, said to me. I nodded my head, wondering what he does there and why he kept the third floor as a sacred place. “I hope you understand this rule and how important it is,” the butler asked, and I nodded. “Good,” she smiled at me.

“Lord Emerson hasn't said a word about you joining him at the dining table, so for now, you will be eating in your room or in the kitchen. There is also a table in the kitchen where the maids and other workers eat; you can eat there until he asks you to join him, only if he calls you,” she smiled weakly at me, and I frowned. What kind of man is he?

“Rule three: You must not interfere in Lord Emerson's life or peek into his private life. No matter how many ladies you see, you must not speak about it to anyone or discuss it with anyone,” she warned, and I nodded while looking away. I have no intention of peeking into his private life or anything that concerns him.

“Rule number four: No visitors are allowed in the mansion unless Lord Emerson is aware of the visitor; you have to let him know about any visitor you will be receiving,” she said. I couldn't stop myself from scoffing. “Is this place a home or a prison?” I murmured, and the butler just looked at me, but didn't say a word at my remark.

“The last one I'm about to tell you is not a rule but advice,” she paused and looked at me for a moment before she spoke. “I'll advise you to stay away from Lord Emerson whenever you see that he isn't in a good mood. Trust me, it's for your own good,” she advised while I looked at her, wondering what she meant by her words, but I didn't ask her about it.

“I think that will be all for now; you can take your rest. Dinner will be ready soon, and you can decide whether to have it brought to your room or join us in the kitchen,” with those words, she turned and left my room.

A tired sigh left my lips as I fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I knew life here wouldn't be an easy one. It's not even 24 hours here, and I already felt like I was in a cell. A frustrated sigh left my lips as I wished I had my phone here with me and I could talk to Macy, but unfortunately, my phone got damaged in the car accident.

As I closed my eyes, I could still feel a little headache in my head, but I ignored it and left my eyes tightly shut. While my eyes were closed, I could picture his perfect face in my head. Despite being angry, he still looked hot and handsome.

“What are you doing, Emma? You are drooling over your uncle, how disgusting,” I snapped at myself and opened my eyes.

Left with nothing to do, I left my room and took the stairs to the living room, where I saw maids and servants busy with their duties. They all carried serious looks on their faces, making it hard for me to approach anyone.

With a gulp, I decided to go to the kitchen, and after a moment of locating it, I found it and walked in. My mouth was left open at the enormous kitchen before me.

The kitchen was spacious, and I couldn't help but admire its well-equipped and luxurious surroundings. It was clear that no expense had been spared in this mansion. The polished marble countertops glistened under the soft lighting, and the stainless-steel appliances were state-of-the-art.

A couple of maids were busy at work, chopping vegetables and preparing ingredients for the evening's meal. They glanced at me briefly, then returned to their tasks with a certain level of apprehension.

I stood there, feeling a bit out of place and unsure of what to do. In my mother's home, we had just two maids, but here it seemed there were more than fifteen, each assigned with different duties.

One of the maids, a young woman with a kind smile, approached me. “You must be Emma, Lord Emerson's niece?” she asked.

I nodded, feeling a bit self-conscious. “Yes, I am. My name is Emma.”

She smiled warmly at me. “I'm Tina, the head chef. Don't worry; you can sit down, and I'll get you something to drink. What would you like?”

I appreciated her friendly gesture and replied, “Just water.” I responded, and she smiled at me before going to the fridge, took out a bottle of water and a glass cup before placing it on the table. “I will have to go back, tell us if you need anything.” I nodded my head at her as I watched them prepare the meals. Every maid was so busy, and I wished I could help, but I knew they wouldn't let me, so I just sat back.

I got tired of the busyness in the kitchen, so I left and decided to go back to my room. However, when I arrived in the sitting room, I met a man seated on the couch with his legs crossed.

He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt. His hair was brown, and his eyes matched the color of his hair. Just like Lord Emerson, he looked breathtaking, and I couldn't help but stare.

“Emma,” he called me as if we were familiar with each other. “I didn't know you've arrived,” he said, and I furrowed my brow at him, wondering who he was because he seemed familiar, like we've met before, but I just couldn't place when and how.

“You don't remember me?” He asked, and I shook my head at him. He smiled at me, revealing his beautiful set of arranged teeth. “I was present at your fifteenth birthday party, although I didn't stay long,” he announced, and I made an “oh” sound. “I'm Lord Emerson's childhood and best friend, and your mother is my god sister.” He revealed, and I seemed shocked. This was another person close to my mother who she never introduced to me.

“How are you doing?” He asked, and all I could do was nod my head because I didn't know what to say. He smiled at me, dropped the glass of wine in his hand, and stood on his feet.

I watched him approach me as he got closer to me, and when he reached where I stood, he smiled widely at me while I swallowed nervously and looked away.

“You haven't changed a bit, Emma. You still look like the innocent girl I first met thirteen years ago.”

His words got me curious, and I wanted to ask if he knew me as a kid. But then I heard footsteps on the stairs and shifted my eyes to it, only to see Lord Emerson on the stairs, glaring at me with displeasure in his eyes.