Emily’s Dilemma: Seduced by Billionaire Brothers

When Emily woke up the next morning, her heavy eyes fluttering open in the unfamiliar hotel room she had staggered into the previous night after she had pulled away from Jackson, her chest heavy and her mind with the thoughts running to and fro but she only one agenda plaguing her mind, the moment she sat up on the fluffy bed.

Revenge.

She had refused to pick up her phone, having to resist the urge to fling it at the wall but she managed to restrict herself. Her phone buzzed again beside, Ethan’s name springing on the screen but she ignored it, walking towards the window that overlooked the city’s view as she poured herself a glass of wine; red sparkling and sour, she winced but she allowed herself to enjoy even though it burned through her throat in an unusual way.

Anita was pregnant for Ethan’s baby, Anita her half sister that she never acknowledged and Ethan her contract marriage husband that she was going to marry for real.

Maybe it was time, maybe it was time she met her father.

Emily wasted no time, she changed out of the silk bathrobe that caressed her skin into a flowery flowing gown, she let her hair ruffle down her shoulder without a care in the world. Her lips still stained red from the red wine and half- drunk but sober enough to understand her decision. She downed the remaining glass of wine, considering she needed to be more drunk to carry out this task.

Just as she stepped out of the hotel, she took out her phone and sent a quick text to her mother, whom she had refused to speak to

“I’m going to meet my father”

Short and precise, she was done speaking too much and letting people walk over her. She didn’t wait for a text back as she hopped into the next taxi heading straight to the Brown estate.

When she stepped off the curb, and walked straight through the quiet estate, the air suddenly became cold as a sudden realization dawned on her and when she got to the door, she rang the doorbell. The door swung open, revealing Mr. Brown himself. He was more different than she had imagined.

Of course she had heard of him, talented director and producer in the whole of New York City, he had brought many actors to fame and her mother was supposed to be one of them, which in fact led to her being born.

She stared at him, and he looked back at her. He was tall, hovering above her with a slight slouch and a head full of hair. His shoulders were broad and looked strong with a clean shaven jaw but his eyes never left hers. He looked younger than she had imagined too

“Are you looking for Anita? She’s not in right now” he said, his voice deep, and had an authoritative flair to it but Emily shook her head immediately.

“I’m looking for you” she said but from his eyes, she knew he didn’t believe her, it had a mocking hint to it.

“Me?” he echoed “Young lady, I don’t do auditions at my house, well not anymore”

“I’m not here for that” she said as the rest of her words sat timidly on her tongue, refusing to voice but she pushed it out “You’re my father”

It was silent, both of them staring at each other and waiting for the other speak but both were unwilling to say anything not with the shock that encompassed him, and the nervousness that fluttered in her belly.

“What?!” Mr. Brown spoke first “If this is a joke, I suggest you leave now before I call the poli-”

“Alyssa Walker” she said immediately, cutting his statement short. “Alyssa Walker is my mother” she said again, louder this time and more confident as she saw him slowly gain memory, she saw the flicker of recognition register in his eyes.

“Alyssa” he called “Fuck! Alyssa. You’re Alyssa’s daughter? You’re Emily”

Emily stood frozen, he knew her? He knew her all these while?

“You know who I am?” she asked him and he nodded as he opened the door wider for her.

“Come in” he said, leading her through the large house to a wide open patio with striped patio chairs and he sat first gesturing her to sit down and he popped open another bottle of red wine and Emily’s eyes sparkled. She was still drunk and that was the only reason she had been able to go through with this. She accepted the glass gratefully and bringing to her lips before she went on with the question that plagued her mind.

“How long have you known?” she asked

“Since you were born but your mother never wanted me to be your part of your life and to be honest too, I didn’t. I was her manager and I recruited her, it’ll cause a scandal and I didn’t want that especially not for the career I was trying to build”

“So you knew my father then” she said, “I mean, my real father, the one who was part of life”

Mr. Brown noticed her sarcasm and he managed to crack a smile “Not so much but was a nice old chap”

She nodded, unsure of what to say next but he spoke instead

“So why now, after all these years?”

Emily knew the answer to that question, she wanted to take everything that belonged to Anita and made them hers, starting with her father.

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He was about to say something when the patio doors flew open and Anita emerged, her eyes were fire as she tried to make sense of spectacle that befell her.

“What are you doing here? In my house?” Anita asked, her body shook impatiently but she managed to keep a cool demeanor. Emily was about to respond when Mr. Bown interrupted her, his eyes leaning on her.

“This is your sister, Anita”

Anita froze, the fury suddenly covering her eyes and Emily smiled, the cunning smile she had never gotten to use.