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Emily thought she was getting everything she wanted when she married the older, handsome, and fabulously wealthy CEO Harrison Lang. However she quickly realizes that their relationship was not meant to last. The spoiled, bored, and capricious young woman soon finds herself being lured into a scandal liaison with well known player Mark Rayner and soon finds herself courting with disaster.
At last Emily Lang had yielded to the pressing request of her Aunt
Jennifer, and promised to attend the ball to be given at the house of
Noah Sampson, the CEO of Sampson Trust Inc. It was true that Emily
had initially rejected the invitation on the grounds that her
husband, Harrison Lang, a rival CEO, was away on a business trip and
would not be back until the next day. But Aunt Jennifer had persisted
and urged her niece to attend. She earnestly wanted Emily to chaperon
her daughter, Bridget, who was making her debut into society that
evening.
Bridget
herself had been texting Emily nonstop urging her to come. Bridget
didn't want to go to the ball under the strict eyes of her mother,
but Emily was different. Emily was young, vivacious, and popular.
Bridget could talk to her about things she dared not mention to her
mother and ask her all the questions that Jennifer had avoided
answering. In the end the mother and daughter had worn Emily down.
The day before the ball, Emily sent an email to Mrs. Sampson, typing
a few hasty lines explaining that she had changed her mind and wished
to attend after all.
Now,
however, Emily regretted that she had not remained firm and insisted
on stay home. She felt a strange dislike against the Sampsons, a kind
of superstitious aversion. Though they were rivals in business her
husband and Noah Sampson were on good terms, but Emily had never
taken to them. There were unhappy memories there too.
It
was at another one of the Sampson's balls, nearly five years ago,
that she, as an unusually vivacious nineteen-year-old girl, was
introduced into society; it was there that she had met Harrison Lang;
it was there, too, that afterwards she met another young man, Mark
Rayner – 'wicked' Mark Rayner, as he was then called. What had
transpired between still brought upper bitter recollections which
would always be associated with the Sampson family and their annual
ball.
"In
life, everything repeats itself," she murmured, as she seated
herself at the large window, and thoughtfully gazed out upon the
dazzling white park, in which the walks were covered with a thick
soft sheet of snow, like a robe of white plush. The snow, that had
for hours been incessantly and ominously falling from the December
skies, and found for itself lodging for itself upon the trees,
marking out in a rude fashion the delicate lines of their branches
and twigs, and penetrating even into the hollows of their somber
trunks.
"Everything
repeats itself!"
Emily uttered a deep sigh. The events of the last few days recalled to her
mind with vivid accuracy all the circumstances that had attended the
decisive step of her life. True, another was now playing the chief
role – her charmingly fresh and unsuspecting cousin Bridget, who
was gazing laughingly out into the world with her wonderful, large,
dark brown, innocent eyes – but the drama was the same. In Emily's
case it had become a tragedy; she hoped that Bridget's case would end
happier.
Today, Just five years ago, on a very similar winter day, her Uncle Branson
had come to town accompanied by his wife, her father's sister
Jennifer, for the purpose in participating in the Shamrock
Corporation's annual board meeting, on which Uncle Branson sat.
Emily, who had been raised by her aunt and uncle since her parents
had died, was also there. She understood what was expected of her
from the very start. Emily was now nearing her early twenties and it
was expected that she would go out into the world and find a husband,
preferably one who would help elevated her aunt and uncle's prestige.
Emily would have been happy to remain outside the spotlight, she had been
very happy living out of the city; but she regarded Aunt Jennifer and
Uncle Branson with great reverence. She wanted nothing more than to
please him, though the thought of having to leave home was daunting.
Bridget had been two-years-old when the nine-year-old Emily had come to live
with the family, and the two girls had become close. To Bridget,
Emily was family, whether she was a sister or a cousin did not
matter.
Emily's
mother had died when she was very young, and she could not remember
her. When she was nine she lost her father as well, to a slow and
agonizing battle with cancer. Even her father's appearance hovered
before her mind's eye only in dark and confused outlines. She only
knew that as long she could remember she seen a strange bald and pale
ma pushed around in a wheelchair by an attendant, and she was
conducted to him several times a day, and called him daddy; but he
had rarely had the strength to speak to her and in the end she had to
accept she had never really been able to know him. When he died she
had cried with everyone else at the funeral, though the truth was she
already lost him long ago. Then she had been sent to Canmore Estate,
to live with Uncle Branson and Aunt Jennifer and this she considered
her true childhood home. It was not long before she had all but
forgotten that she had ever belonged anywhere else. This was her true
home.
Emily
had grown from a young girl into an attractive, bright, and vivacious
young girl, perhaps a little too vivacious, excitable and nervous.
But it 'suited her', as her aunt used to say.
Emily
was so much always on edge, that when one said "Good morning," to
her, her deep brown eyes would flash up brilliantly, and when she
disagreed with anyone about any matter, however small, her forehead
would contract in deep folds, and she would knit her heavy brows. She
had an unusually delicate physique; her hands and feet were quite
small, her head was also small and round, and her complexion a pale
bronze, she had rosy lips, a slender nose with delicately sensitive
nostrils. Her hair was of a deep blue-black and fell in natural
ringlets over her forehead and temples. Her best feature however were
her sparkling eyes, a deep brown in color, protected by long, glossy
black lashed and crowned with heavy, sickle-shaped eyebrows.
Emily
was also notably spoiled, the result of having an ailing father and
an indulgent nanny. While she retained a pleasant and merry
personality, she expected to be given beautiful things, and her
indulgent aunt and uncle had continued the trend. She had no idea the
real value of money and would spend her way into ruin if she was not
properly managed. Emily in particular had love for costly lace.
Perhaps because it was one of the few links she had to her mother.
Sophia had loved to wear lace and her daughter had inherited a large
collection of lacy gowns from her.
Emily's
fascination with lace had gone so far as to learn the art of
lacemaking herself, something which surprised her aunt. Emily had no
interest or talent for other artistic hobbies. Eventually Jennifer
had agreed and allowed her niece to pursue lessons. She showed an
unusual aptitude for the craft and now, much of the décor in her
home included some form of lace.
Jennifer
and Branson adored Emily as if she had been their own daughter.
Branson had wanted to put off introducing her into society for
another year or two. She was the sunshine of their family and it was
too soon for her to leave. Jennifer, however, had reminded him that
now that Emily was of age it was time to start planning her future
and find a suitable husband.
Emily
uttered a deep sigh. The events of the last few days recalled to her
mind with vivid accuracy all the circumstances that had attended the
decisive step of her life. True, another was now playing the chief
role – her charmingly fresh and unsuspecting cousin Bridget, who
was gazing laughingly out into the world with her wonderful, large,
dark brown, innocent eyes – but the drama was the same. In Emily's
case it had become a tragedy; she hoped that Bridget's case would end
happier.
Today,
Just five years ago, on a very similar winter day, her Uncle Branson
had come to town accompanied by his wife, her father's sister
Jennifer, for the purpose in participating in her the Shamrock
Corporation's annual board meeting, on which Uncle Branson sat.
Emily, who had been raised by her aunt and uncle since her parents
had died, was also there. She understood what was expected of her
from the very start. Emily was now nearing her early twenties and it
was expected that she would go out into the world and find a husband,
preferably one who would help elevated her aunt and uncle's prestige.
Emily
would have been happy to remain outside the spotlight, she had been
very happy living out of the city; but she regarded Aunt Jennifer and
Uncle Branson with great reverence. She wanted nothing more than to
please him, though the thought of having to leave home was daunting.
Bridget
had been two-years-old when the nine-year-old Emily had come to live
with the family, and the two girls had become close. To Bridget,
Emily was family, whether she was a sister or a cousin did not
matter.
Emily's
mother had died when she was very young, and she could not remember
her. When she was nine she lost her father as well, to a slow and
agonizing battle with cancer. Even her father's appearance hovered
before her mind's eye only in dark and confused outlines. She only
knew that as long she could remember she seen a strange bald and pale
ma pushed around in a wheelchair by an attendant, and she was
conducted to him several times a day, and called him daddy; but he
had rarely had the strength to speak to her and in the end she had to
accept she had never really been able to know him. When he died she
had cried with everyone else at the funeral, though the truth was she
already lost him long ago. Then she had been sent to Canmore Estate,
to live with Uncle Branson and Aunt Jennifer and this she considered
her true childhood home. It was not long before she had all but
forgotten that she had ever belonged anywhere else. This was her true
home.
Emily
had grown from a young girl into an attractive, bright, and vivacious
young girl, perhaps a little too vivacious, excitable and nervous.
But it 'suited her', as her aunt used to say.
Emily
was so much always on edge, that when one said "Good morning," to
her, her deep brown eyes would blash up brilliantly, and when she
disagreed with anyone about any matter, however small, her forehead
would contract in deep folds, and she would knit her heavy brows. She
had an unusually delicate physique; her hands and feet were quite
small, her head was also small and round, and her complexion a pale
bronze, she had rosy lips, a slender nose with delicately sensitive
nostrils. Her hair was of a deep blue-black and fell in natural
ringlets over her forehead and temples. Her best feature however were
her sparkling eyes, a deep brown in color, protected by long, glossy
black lashed and crowned with heavy, sickle-shaped eyebrows.
Emily
was also notably spoiled, the result of having an ailing father and
an indulgent nanny. While she retained a pleasant and merry
personality, she expected to be given beautiful things, and her
indulgent aunt and uncle had continued the trend. She had no idea the
real value of money and would spend her way into ruin if she was not
properly managed. Emily in particular had love for costly lace.
Perhaps because it was one of the few links she had to her mother.
Sophia had loved to wear lace and her daughter had inherited a large
collection of lacy gowns from her.
Emily's
fascination with lace had gone so far as to learn the art of
lacemaking herself, something which surprised her aunt. Emily had no
interest or talent for other artistic hobbies. Eventually Jennifer
had agreed and allowed her niece to pursue lessons. She showed an
unusual aptitude for the craft and now, much of the décor in her
home included some form of lace.
Jennifer
and Branson adored Emily as if she had been their own daughter.
Branson had wanted to put off introducing her into society for
another year or two. She was the sunshine of their family and it was
too soon for her to leave. Jennifer, however, had reminded him that
now that Emily was of age it was time to start planning her future
and find a suitable husband.
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