Chapter 24: Tumultuous Revelations
Chapter 24: Tumultuous Revelations
After sending her message, Emma Roberts put aside the love letter and dove back into her books. Meanwhile, at Jinyuan, the atmosphere was charged with an intense energy.
On the sofa, Logan Black, with eyes as dark as a winter's night, exuded a formidable aura that filled the expansive room. The household staff shivered in their corners, too terrified to utter a sound.
Evan Xu stood beside him, his back slick with sweat. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the shattered smartphone on the floor, its screen still defiantly displaying the blown-up image of the love letter.
He had known it all along! Emma was hopelessly devoted to Ethan Walker. Despite being rejected and having her engagement broken off, she still pined for him. And now, barely after deceiving their master, she was pursuing Ethan again.
She had penned such an embarrassingly passionate love letter!
It was utterly shameless!
The letter was a poem. Translated, it read: "I long to be the collar of your shirt, to linger near your scent; to be the belt on your coat, encircling your waist; to be the oil in your hair, enriching your dark locks..."
It was pure, unadulterated erotica!
No wonder their master was seething with fury!
But she was merely a woman. If she would not obey, then let her be treated like an object, kept around merely for show, indulgence unnecessary.
The master had been deceived by that woman's sweet nothings.
Now, Logan's expression was as tumultuous as stormy seas, the beast within him fully unleashed, prowling, its claws tinged with a thirst for vengeance.
"Emma..." he growled lowly, his voice thick with dark promises, "I've warned you... This is your last chance... The final time I will trust you..."
"Bring her back," he commanded huskily from the depths of the sofa.
Startled by his menacing tone, Evan Xu hastily agreed, "Immediately, sir!" and a line of sleek black cars whisked away into the night.
Inside, the living room remained deathly quiet, the servants fraught with resentment. Since Emma's arrival, not a day had passed without turmoil; she had upended their world completely.
Evan Xu looked out into the oppressive night, his heart heavy with dread, foreseeing yet another storm brewing on the horizon...
Once she was brought back, who knew what further drama Emma would unleash? And ultimately, would it not be they, the servants, who would bear the brunt of her tempestuous presence?
Just then, the shattered smartphone vibrated eerily on the ground, lighting up the gloom. Instinctively, Evan Xu picked it up, his brow furrowing immediately.
That love letter again?
But this time, it was merely a photo of the letter.
Confused, Evan Xu noticed the sender's name and was taken aback—it wasn't Samantha Green, but... Emma Roberts!!!
What could this mean?
Could it be that the cringe-worthy love letter was not meant for Ethan but... for their master, Logan Black?!
Oh, the scandal!
As Logan sat back, the chilling realization dawned upon him. His intense, cold gaze fixed on the screen as the truth unraveled. He couldn't believe it—Emma's impassioned words were directed at him all along.
Logan's breath hitched, his fury tempered with an unexpected rush of heat. The thought of Emma writing such words for him stirred something primal within him. He had to see her, confront her about this revelation.
"Evan, bring her to me," Logan's voice was a mix of anger and something else—something more intense, more possessive.
Evan Xu hurried to obey, sensing the urgency in Logan's tone. As the black cars sped through the night, Logan's mind raced. Emma's audacity both infuriated and intrigued him. He had underestimated her, and now he would confront her about this letter.
When Emma was finally brought back, she was taken to Logan's study, the atmosphere thick with tension. Logan sat behind his desk, the shattered phone laid out in front of him.
"Emma," he said, his voice dangerously calm, "care to explain this?" He held up the phone, the love letter's words glaring from the cracked screen.
Emma's heart pounded. She had written the letter in a moment of vulnerability, never expecting Logan to see it. She gathered her courage, meeting his gaze. "Logan, it's true. Those words were for you. I couldn't hide my feelings anymore."
Logan's eyes darkened. He rose from his chair, moving around the desk to stand in front of her. The tension between them crackled like electricity. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
Emma stood her ground, her own emotions boiling over. "I don't regret it, Logan. You needed to know how I feel."
In an instant, Logan closed the distance between them, his hands gripping her arms, pulling her close. The heat between them was undeniable, a dangerous dance of desire and defiance. "You're playing with fire, Emma," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Emma shivered, not from fear, but from the intensity of his proximity. "Maybe I like the burn," she replied, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and longing.
Their eyes locked, the world around them fading away. Logan's grip tightened, and then, with a sudden surge of passion, he captured her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. Emma responded, matching his intensity, the love letter forgotten as they were consumed by the flames of their own making.
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, the room spinning with the force of their emotions. Logan's eyes bore into hers, a promise and a warning. "This changes everything, Emma. You're mine now."
Emma nodded, her heart racing. She had crossed a line, but it was a line she was willing to cross again and again. For Logan, for herself, for the desire that now blazed between them.
Logan's hand slid down her back, pressing her against him, his voice a husky whisper, "You have no idea what you've started." His lips traced the curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
Emma's breath hitched, her body reacting to his touch. "Then show me," she challenged, her voice barely a whisper.
Logan's eyes burned with desire as he lifted her onto his desk, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive hunger. "You asked for this," he murmured, capturing her lips in another searing kiss.
The room was filled with the sounds of their escalating passion, the lines between anger and desire blurring until they were indistinguishable. Clothes were shed, leaving them both vulnerable and exposed.
Logan's touch was both demanding and tender, driving Emma to the edge of her senses. She clung to him, matching his fervor, her mind spinning with the intensity of their connection.
As their bodies moved together, the tension between them finally reached its peak, exploding into a wave of ecstasy that left them both breathless and trembling. Logan held her close, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're mine, Emma. Always."
Emma nodded, her heart still racing. She had never felt anything so powerful, so consuming. She knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with passion, danger, and an unbreakable bond with Logan.
As they lay intertwined, the storm outside raged on, mirroring the tempest of emotions between them. Inside Jinyuan, a new chapter had begun for Emma and Logan, one that would test the limits of their desire and their love.