Chapter 649 Match Made In Heaven
Oscar found some time to meet the woman who had managed to charm Noah.
“Who are you? Why did you get people to capture me?” Emma asked warily.
Oscar sat on the couch and glanced at the woman coldly, exuding an air of dominance. “What a beauty. It’s no wonder Noah’s so smitten that he spends all that money on you without a care in the world.”
Hearing that, Emma staggered backward while keeping her guard up.
“Who the hell are you? What are you trying to do to Noah?”
“My name is Oscar Clinton. I’m the older brother of the woman whose husband you’re seeing. Should I not take a look at who my sister’s husband is having an affair with?” Oscar raised a brow and gazed at Emma profoundly.
“Why did you capture me, then? To get me to leave Noah and help your sister regain her place?” the woman asked icily with her back kept straight. She wasn’t about to show this man any weakness. There was no way the brother of her rival in love meant anything good by abducting her and bringing her here, anyway.
“You’re quite the feisty one, aren’t you, Ms. Garcia?”
Emma huffed in response.
“Do you really not harbor any hatred when a man you love marries another woman, Ms. Garcia? Don’t you yearn for revenge?” Oscar began to toss his bait, and all that remained was for the fish to take it.
“What do you mean by that, Mr. Clinton?”
“You believed all of Noah’s lies, and yet he ended up taking a rich woman as his wife. While they show their love for each other in public, you can only remain in the shadows as a secret that can never come to light. What if your future child asks you why Daddy can’t be with you both? Are you going to tell the child that you’re actually just a mistress, then watch as all the other kids call him a bastard and you a side woman?” Oscar remarked casually while twirling his fingers. “Oh, I also heard that you’ve gotten three abortions for Noah. The doctors even told you that you’d have difficulty getting pregnant again because your uterine lining has become increasingly thin. You’re depriving yourself of your right to be a mother all because of a man who can’t stay loyal to you—is it really worth it?”
Emma’s body trembled violently as her face paled. To have the truth she had kept hidden all this while laid out in front of her filled her with shame, injustice, and most of all, the pain and resentment of being betrayed.
“That’s enough! I don’t want to hear it!” she screamed, clasping her head with both hands.
Oscar merely smiled. Indeed, he had become more malicious and actually enjoyed playing games like these. Trapping his victims and watching them crumble in despair gave him nothing but joy and satisfaction.
“Why? Did I strike a nerve?”
“Just tell me what you want, Mr. Clinton,” Emma requested softly, having calmed herself down.
“Do you want revenge? Do you want to get back at a man who loves power more than he loves you? No, perhaps he’s never even loved you in the first place. Maybe you’re nothing but a toy to him. Why else would he not bat an eye although you’ve gone missing for the past two days? He’s probably even having tons of fun with my sister.”
“Isn’t Stephanie your sister, Mr. Clinton?” asked Emma. Shouldn’t he, as her brother, be happy about this?
“That’s none of your concern. All you need to do is tell me if you want revenge. You’ve wasted all these years on a man who may have never loved you in the first place, and now, you may not even be able to have children because of him. When you grow old, he’d still have his own family, while you can only continue to live alone. Maybe people would realize you’ve died only after your body’s begun to rot. Is that really the kind of life you want?”
“Stop it. That’s enough. Noah is mine, and he’ll be mine alone!”
“What makes you think so? All you have is a pretty face and nothing more. How could you ever compare to my sister? Do you think he’d abandon the wealth my sister possesses for the sake of an aging woman like you? At this point, I’d say you can only end up as a hag that nobody wants.”
The fear within Emma intensified as she envisioned her possible future. She didn’t want to be alone, but having spent all these years with Noah, she knew how heartless he could be. There was no way he would drop everything for her, and that was precisely why she could only be a mistress to him.
She didn’t want things to remain this way.
“I can help you get back at him—if that’s what you want,” Oscar offered nonchalantly.
Emma looked up at him, her eyes red.
“Why would you help me? What the hell are you after?”
“All I’m asking you is if you want to or not.”
The woman fell silent for a moment.
“I’ll give you time to think. If you agree, you can let my bodyguards know. They’ll relay your answer to me.” Right after saying that, Oscar stood up and left.
“Boss, she’s just an insignificant woman. There’s no need to waste any time on her,” Hugo commented with his head kept low.
“But rather than personally get rid of someone I don’t like, isn’t it more fun to watch him and the person he cares for fight each other to the death, Hugo?” Oscar responded coolly with his hands behind his back. “Have Noah and Stephanie arrived in Baxrich?”
“According to our men following them in secret, yes, Boss.”
“Have them take pictures of them being intimate with each other, then send everything to this woman. A jealous woman is one to fear.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Hugo paused briefly before asking, “Boss, do you hate Mr. Walker?”
“It doesn’t matter whether or not I hate him. He shouldn’t have laid a finger on Tony. I’ve always been one to hold grudges, so I want to give him a taste of what it feels like to see the person he loves get hurt, just like when I was worried about Tony.” After saying that, Oscar carried on walking.
Hugo fell into thought while following his boss closely.
Emma would then receive photographs every three days of none other than Noah and Stephanie. Noah could be seen gazing at Stephanie lovingly in each photo, and the couple frolicked around as though no one else was there. In all the pictures—whether it was of Noah putting sunblock on his wife, the two eating ice cream on a street together, or them having a passionate night in their room—there was an unconcealable hint of love for Stephanie in Noah’s eyes.
A man could deceive others with his words, but not with his actions.
“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t fall for this woman, Noah?” Emma muttered as she slumped to the floor. “I’ve been right next to you even before I finished university, and I’ll be thirty in a few years’ time. I spent the most precious moments of my youth on you, but why did you marry someone else? Do you really not know how sad I’d feel?”
Before long, a glint of vengeance flashed in her eyes. “You started it, Noah. Don’t blame me for this. It’s not easy for a woman to find somewhere to call home once she’s thirty. I’m not going to keep waiting for you and hoping that one day, you’d finally look at me. I want to get my hands on a good amount of money, marry a good man, and live the rest of my life in peace.” If she could be someone else’s wife, why would she choose to remain as a mistress and constantly worry about getting tossed aside once she grew old?
“I’ll do it,” the woman answered the next time she saw Oscar, “but on two conditions.”
“Go on.”
“When the deed is done, I hope you can give me some money so I can live without worries. Second, I want you to get me out of Tayhaven safely and make sure the Walker family never finds me. As long as you agree to these, you can treat me as an insider to Noah,” Emma stated.
Oscar curled his lips into a smirk. I thought she’d be loyal to Noah, but at the end of the day, money is what matters most to her. Still, that’s just reality, and she’s quite a smart one—far better than a woman who foolishly devotes herself to a man and ends up with nothing.
Even if she loses her man, at least she won’t have to suffer as long as she has money.
“I admire your intelligence, Ms. Garcia, so I agree with your terms,” he replied gladly. “When it’s all over, I’ll give you five million and a house that will guarantee your safety. I believe five million will be more than enough for you to live comfortably… provided that you stay quiet.” Five million was a sum a commoner would never dream of making.
“Thank you, Mr. Clinton.” Emma lowered her gaze. Five million was much more than what Noah gave her. Although the man managed a company, he would only give her fifty thousand a month, which was never enough for her to afford branded clothes and bags. She was better off receiving a huge sum of five million right off the bat, and as long as she invested the money in stocks just like she had once learned to, she could live carefreely for the rest of her life.
“You can leave now. I’m guessing you’ll know what to do when Noah comes back and asks you some questions.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Clinton. I’ve been with him for so many years. I know how to deal with him.”
“Good to know. You can go.”
“I shan’t bother you anymore then, Mr. Clinton.”
After Emma left, Oscar walked to the window and stared out at the scenery. To him, any woman he could deal with using money was never much of a threat.
You and Noah really are a match made in heaven, Ms. Garcia. He’s full of sh*t, and you only care about money. You deserve each other.
