Page 149 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

EMILY’S POV.

I ran to hug Lucas, and he hugged me in return. I couldn’t believe I was finally free. John couldn’t claim me as his wife anymore, and the nightmare I had been thrown into was fast turning into a daydream.

It was just so hard to accept that I was finally free from John. He had no right to touch me whatsoever, or claim me. The rush of sweetness just made me so happy. I couldn’t help, but show it.

“I told you we’d win.” Lucas said, beaming down at me.

“I thought it was going to be a long draw, but it was quite short.” I replied.

“John couldn’t risk denying when Katie was there. She probably has more recordings of their conversations, with John’s dirty deals in it. He had to stop before she revealed something that could actually be a real problem.”

“Thank goodness. By the way, where’s Katie?” I asked, looking around.

“She got a call, and left quickly.”

“Oh, I see. I guess I’ll have to meet her later.”

~

When we returned home, I was all smiles, I couldn’t help it. It was just too much.

“We heard the news!” Sadie screamed, jumping against me, and I staggered backwards dangerously.

“How do you feel?” Derella asked, but only a giggle came out of me.

“I don’t know. I just feel so giddy.” I said, and giggled again.

“We prepared lots of food. We knew you’d win.” Jude said, leading me to the kitchen.

“Oh, don’t lie, Jude. We thought if you lost, we’d cheer you up with food, and if you won, we’d spice it up with the food too.” Sadie replied, and we all laughed.

Later that evening, Katie came around too, and the children were so happy to see her. They had also noticed she had stopped coming by to the mansion.

Finally, when the children had gone to sleep, I sat with Katie outside.

“Thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think we’d have won the case. Things weren’t looking too good until you stepped in.” I said, and she gave a smile.

“It felt good. Going against John. You know he’s always proud, and always believes he can get everything he wants.

It felt great to prove to him that he wouldn’t always get what he wanted, and that I wasn’t his to control.

You know, I was willing to play more recordings, and reveal John’s corrupt acts, but his dad was there.

I didn’t want to do such in front of him.

They treated me well, so I thought, someone else would do it, or if someone else needed my help to do it, then I would gladly help them.

You don’t have to thank me, Emily. I saw an opportunity to correct my mistake, and an opportunity to go against John. ” She replied, and I held her hand.

“Still, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m free from John because you decided to step up.”

“Then I’ll let you thank me if it makes you feel better.”

“Thank you, Katie.”

“I did what I had to, Emily. Well, I think that’s it for me today. I’ll be leaving. See you next time.” She said, getting up, and I also got up.

“Bye. Have a safe journey.” I said, waving at her, and she waved briefly.

I called Dahlia that night, informing her of the good news, and she was so happy, congratulating me every few minutes.

All that was left was the slave contract I had unknowingly signed. If I hadn’t smashed that sculpture, none of the tragedy would have happened.

But then, I wouldn’t have met someone like Lucas. I wouldn’t even know Sadie and the rest.

Maybe everything happened for a reason.

Lucas was in my room when I got there, and I smiled.

“Waiting for me?”

“Yes. I was wondering maybe things could actually be a little better if I talked with you about our future.” He said, seated at my desk, and I went over to the window, sitting on a chair in front of it.

“Okay? Our future. I like the sound of that.”

“What do you think of leaving here after your years have been served?”

I laughed, “Of course, I was always going to leave here. Do you think I’d stay even when I’ve paid off my debt?”

“Of course, I know you would leave this house. I was talking about going somewhere else. Maybe to Paris. You love designing stuff, and Paris is a great place to get inspiration.” He said, and I felt more excited than I already was.

“Paris?”

“Yes. We can go there together.”

“I’d love to go to Paris with you!”

“Great, so what you have to do is hold onto your thoughts of Paris. Immediately you’ve paid your debt, then we can leave.”

“We’re going to have fun in Paris.” I said, “Imagine going to the river Seine, standing on the Eiffel tower. Ooh, we can also visit the Louvre. I’d love to see the famous Mona Lisa.

And also, we could go to the Palace of Versailles, and have a drink or two while listening to the story of Marie Antoinette, and imagine that her feet had once walked along the magnificent halls. ” I rattled on in excitement.

“Wow. You really know a lot about Paris than I thought you would.”

“Of course, I do. I studied fashion schools in Paris, and fell in love with it. Although, I was never able to go.” Then I giggled out of the blue.

“What?” He asked, with a smile.

“Each time I think of John’s expression during the trial, it cracks me up.” I said, and we both laughed.

“He’s sober now. He actually invited me for a drink. I drank a few cups of wine with him.”

“You did?”

“Yes. In the evening, when you guys were outside with Katie.”

“Why would you even drink with him?” I asked, wondering why John would invite Lucas, who he already hated for a drink.

“He seemed sober enough, and a little hurt too.”

“I don’t trust him for anything. Remember he also took me out on the last day of the year, only to spike my drink. I don’t trust him.”

“You think he could have spiked my…” He stopped, and tilted his neck. “Hey, you think he could really have spiked my drink?” He asked with a puzzled expression, although his hands were shaking.

“L…Lucas. What’s wrong?” I asked, getting up.

His claws came out long, sharp and deadly, and he scratched my desk. His face twisted, like he was trying hard to do something.

“Emily… something’s wrong.” He said, and his eyes flashed a dangerous red. A low growl came from deep within his throat, and my heart caught fire. He continued to growl, scaring me, and I moved backwards, crashing into my chair.

Then he said, with difficulty, “I…can’t… control…”