The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 190

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Chapter 190: A falled father

"Emma," a cold, commanding voice greeted her sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. There was something about that voice, so devoid of warmth or emotion, that set her immediately on edge. "Do you know who I am?" The voice continued, each word dripping with disdain.

Emma's brow furrowed as she recognized the voice, her defenses immediately rising like a suit of armor against an unseen foe. "Samuel Madison," she replied, her tone clipped and guarded. "Richard's grandfather."

"Ah, so you are aware of the grave transgression you have committed," Samuel sneered, his words laced with thinly veiled contempt.

Emma felt a flicker of confusion, quickly replaced by a surge of indignation that coursed through her veins like liquid fire. "What are you talking about?" she snapped, her temper flaring as hot as the anger that simmered within her. "You married my grandson without my permission," Samuel growled, his voice barely

concealing the fury that seethed beneath the surface. "Do you have any idea what you've done?

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Emma scoffed, her grip tightening around the phone as if it were a lifeline in the midst of a raging storm. "I don't need your permission to marry the man I love," she retorted, her words laced with defiance born of a lifetime of hardship and struggle. Samuel's response was swift and biting, like the strike of a venomous serpent: "How dare you speak to me with such disrespect? I am your grandfather-in-law, and you will show me the proper deference."

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Emma's eyes narrowed, her temper reaching a balling point as memories of past injustices. and slights bubbled up to the surface. "What kind of grandfather tries to kill his grandson's wife?" she spat, her words dripping with venom

The line went silent for a moment, the tension palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. When Samuel spoke again, his voice was laced with barely contained fury, a fury that sent a chill racing down Emma's spine.

"You've left me no choice, Emma. I have your uncle in my custody, and if you want him to remain alive, you will do exactly as I say."

haunting melody. "You have Martin Jones?"

confusion was evident in his response, his voice faltering for the first time. "But... he's your uncle," he stammered, clearly taken aback

being treated like an afterthought,

gears turning in Samuel's mind as he struggled to regain his composure and reassert his dominance over the situation. When he spoke again, his voice had regained its menacing edge, a thinly veiled threat woven into every syllable. "Very well, then. If that's how you feel, I have a car waiting for you at the abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. You will get in that car, and you will come to me. If you

once more, cold and mocking, utterly devoid of fear or concern. Do whatever you want with him," she spat, her words dripping with contempt.

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a swift jab of her finger, her hands trembling with a mixture of anger and adrenaline. For

greeted her, she felt a wave of relief wash over her, tempering the storm of emotions that raged within. "Richard," she said, her voice laced with a mixture of concern

a sense of clarity descend upon her. For too long, the specter of her uncle's abandonment had haunted her,

stronger and more resolute than ever before. The chains of

they would weather the storm and emerge victorious, no matter the cost. For in their love, they had found a strength greater than any obstacle, a bond that could not be broken by the machinations of a

to set over the city, painting the sky in brilliant hues of orange and crimson, Emma felt a sense of determination settle over her like a cloak. She was done running, done hiding from the demons of her past. It was time to stand her ground, to fight for the

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them apart, he had another thing coming. Emma was no longer the scared, broken child she had once been. She was a woman, a warrior, and she

drawn, and she was ready for

she had even moved in with him, she had not had the time

and Richard had talked about getting married, and the thought was now stuck in her

it, it seemed Richard and his family

make the decision soon.

decision was made. 'Richard, I don't want to walk down the aisle while pregnant," she said, and Richard froze. He wondered what brought this up, and more importantly, his heart

I arrange our marriage sooner?" He asked, suppressing

asked about what she thought about marriage, she never gave him a clear answer. Over time, he had made sure his staff and everyone around called her Mrs. Madison. He wanted her to

wondering what