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 lifetof

hardship and struggle. Samuel's response was swift and biting, like the strike of a venomous serpent: "How dare

you speak towith such disrespect? | am your grandfather-in-law, and you will showthe 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 leftno choice, Emma. | have your uncle in my custody, and if you want him to remain alive, you will

do exactly as | say."

Emma felt a flicker of surprise, quickly replaced by utter disdain. A bitter laugh escaped her lips, echoing through

the apartment like a haunting melody. "You have Martin Jones?" she scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "What

makes you think | care about that worthless, excuse for an uncle?"

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

stammered, clearly taken aback by her reaction.

"So what?" Emma sneered, her words laced with venom born of years of neglect and emotional abuse. "After

years of being treated like an afterthought, my sister and | cut ties with him long ago. He means nothing to us,

less than nothing."

She could almost hear the 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, | have a car waiting for you at the

abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. You will get in that car, and you will cto me. If you refuse, your

uncle will pay the price."

Emma's laughter rang out once more, cold and mocking, utterly devoid of fear or concern. Do whatever you

want with him," she spat, her words dripping with contempt. "I couldn't care less about that pathetic excuse for a

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Before Samuel could respond, Emma ended the call with a swift jab of her finger, her hands trembling with a

mixture of anger and adrenaline. For a moment, she simply sat there, letting the weight of the conversation

wash over her like a tidal wave crashing against the shore.

Then, with a deep breath, she quickly dialed Richard's number, her fingers moving with a newfound sense of

urgency. As the line connected and Richard's familiar voice 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 and resolution. "Your grandfather just called. He's lost his mind."

As she recounted the chilling conversation, every word dripping with the venom of years of pent-up frustration

and resentment, Emma felt a sense of clarity descend upon her. For too long, the specter of her uncle's

abandonment had haunted her, casting a dark shadow over her life and threatening to swallow her whole.

But in this moment, she realized that she had finally broken free of his hold, emerging stronger and more

resolute than ever before. The chains of her past had been shattered, and she was free to forge her own path, to

write her own destiny.

Whatever challenges lay ahead, she knew that she would face them head-on, with Richard by her side. Together,

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 bitter old man

consumed by his own hatred and prejudice.

As the sun began 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 tto stand her ground, to fight for the life she had built with the man she loved.

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And if Samuel Madison thought he could tear 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 would not be cowed by threats or

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The battle lines had been drawn, and she was ready for war.

Emma was sure everyone thought of her as Richard's wife, and since she had even moved in with him, she had

not had the tto address it.

Honestly, she and Richard had talked about getting married, and the thought was now stuck in her head. She

was used to being called his wife, and honestly, she liked it.

Thinking about it, it seemed Richard and his family never corrected her, hoping she would

make the decision soon.

She saw Richard walk into the house, and when she saw him, her decision was made. "Richard, | 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 drummed with excitement.

"Really? Should | arrange our marriage sooner?" He asked, suppressing his nervousness.

Every single the has 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 get used

to his name. He wanted the idea to get sealed in her brain.

He was on edge, wondering what she would say.

"Yes. Let's get married sooner," she said, and a smile made its way up his face.

He was so excited that he briskly walked over and rained down kisses on her face. His actions

made Emma giggle.

Henry chortled into the room and saw them cuddling, so he rushed over for a hug too.

This made Richard chuckle as he picked Henry up in one swift motion and placed him in between them.

"Does Henry want to have a brother or a sister?" Emma asked.

Henry thought about her words. He did not understand why he had to have either. But he recalled that his

classmate kept bragging about his little sister all day. He also wanted to brag.

"Sister," he said, and Anya paused when she realized he actually spoke, before she smiled widely and gave him a

big kiss.

"Henry would make a good big brother," Richard said, and Henry nodded.

The next moment, Emma received a phone call. It was Anya.

"Emma, | need you to take a seat first. | have something to tell you." Anya's voice cfrom

the phone.