The third point of view

Emily stared at herself in the mirror attached to her dresser, today was the D-day. The day when she finally puts her plan into action.

Her father had finally set up a date between her and Governor Ahmed. And to his surprise, she agreed readily.

Thankfully, Emily had managed to cover up for her pregnancy and just had to plan meticulously for the next nine months if she were to succeed.

Tonight, she was wearing a red low cut bodycon dress that clung to her midthigh and let her hair fall over her shoulder in waves. She had a touch of red on her lips and looked irresistible.

Emily knew she was beautiful enough to turn heads but today she was just provocatively hot; she was dressed to kill.

If Judy had been here, he would have insisted she go and change out of these clothes and wear something more "appropriate".

But he was not here anymore, there was nobody to judge her attire nor dictate what she had to wear or not.

It's been two weeks since Maya and Judy died and so far it wasn't easy for her. She lost both a friend and lover at the same time, thinking about it gave her a headache. The only thing keeping her going was the thought of the baby in her womb.

Honestly, Emily was scared. She knew the repercussions of what would happen once she gets busted but she had to protect this child.

Judy was an orphan, she refused to let his lineage die off like that. She must give birth to this child that would carry-on with his bloodline, that's the least she could do for him.

Guilt gnawed at her heart, Judy met an early demise because he got to associate with her. He would have still been alive if he hadn't gotten involved with the likes of her.

If she remembered clearly, Judy always avoided her but she had been the one shamelessly chasing and clinging onto him.

Emily had thought he was playing hard to get, who knew he just had a good reason to avoid her. Now she pondered over it, she was indeed the one who drove Judy to his death.

Had she left him alone as he requested, he wouldn't have met an early death. Well, that was in the past now, she had to be optimistic about the future because of the baby.

As soon as Emily made it downstairs, her father scrutinized her intently, "You look good," he remarked.

She wasn't living with her father anymore yet came over tonight specifically because of her plans. Adam claimed that whatever feelings she had for Judy was puppy love. Hence since last week, she had intentionally been proving him right.

Adam, her father was smart, it would appear strange if she was into Ahmed suddenly, he'd sense something was wrong. So since last week, she began going to clubs, pretending to have resumed her reckless lifestyle.

And yes, she did always return with a guy to appear real ever since finding out that her father had eyes everywhere, but she was smart.

Each time Emily returns home with one, she'd tactically drug them to sleep, and in the morning, off they scurry, calling her a weirdo. She wouldn't taint the precious memories she had with Judy with a one night stand asshole.

With a smile that looked too fake to be real, she informed her father, "You don't need to wait up, I won't be returning home night,"

"Sure, take all your time tonight," he said and yes, she understood that suggestive smile he was giving her.

Emily, just take a deep breath, do not give yourself out, she cautioned herself.

"Alright," she sauntered out of the house.

Once outside, she could finally breathe again. God, her father was suffocating her. It was no wonder that Niklaus left the family.

Her brother asked her to do the same but she wasn't as brave as him. Moreover, Adam had an avid fascination with her because she bore a striking resemblance to their mother.

There was no way he would let her, who looks like his wife, to go that easily. He would use his resources to hunt her down, just to have her where he could see her - like a doll - and when he found out she had Judy's son in the process, he would try to get rid of it to not cause a problem.

That was the same thing he had called the father of her child and had tried sending him away which led to his death.

Emily didn't have as much power as Niklaus to ward off their father. This is why she started her own private business and not just working as a departmental leader in Adams' company.

She craved power and connection, so no one messes with her easily anymore or in the future. Emily had always been good with arts and with her fund, established her own clothing and makeup brand. Though it was just starting, she had sought advice from Cecil, and soon, they might go into partnership.

Emily knew she had to start preparing for her baby's future, who knew how long this protection would last?

Even if she manages to fool her father and Ahmed for a long time and she delivers safely. What about when the baby is born and the child bores no resemblance to her but Judy instead? How was she going to work it out then?

This was why she had to start working like a bull to gain more power before the rainy days comes.

Thankfully, Cecil was a single mother and had understood her plight when she confessed the truth to her and now she was going to help her with her dream. That was what Maya would have wanted, Cecil would say.

"Thank you, you can leave now," Emily said to her chauffeur.

"Huh?" The man was surprised.

"I won't be needing you tonight," she cleared him.

"Then I should leave the car…?"

"No, go with it. I have another ride tonight, "

"Alright, ma'am," he drove off.

She had her plan, an evil smile tilted Emily's lips to the side.

Emily walked into the restaurant confidently with her head held high, she must not show a trace of nervousness tonight.

It was not hard to locate Ahmed and was refreshing to see he was not dressed in a suit- he was always wearing that.

Today, he was dressed in a simple long-sleeved print shirt that was more expensive than it looked and jeans. He looked so casual with his tousled black hair.

At that moment, he turned and caught sight of her, waving her over to his table.

"Nice to meet, Governor Ahmed," She thrust out her hand for a handshake.

He stood, "Nice to meet you too, Emily and you should call me Ahmed considering our relationship," was his reply.

"Alright, Ahmed," Emily responded, hyper-aware of the way he stroked the top of her palm.

"Your beauty is indeed one of a kind," Ahmed breathed, drinking in the sight of her.

Of course, no matter how strict looking he appeared on television, Ahmed was also a man who would

also, be attracted to a beautiful woman.

Honestly speaking, Ahmed was quite handsome especially with that enchanting sea-green eyes of his, and quite a successful young man.

Emily had seen the way women ogled him during events- this wasn't the first time they had met- but she was just not attracted to him. He wasn't Judy.

"How's your father?" He asked while going through the menu the waiter handed over to them.

Her mood turned sour at once but he didn't notice since his face was buried in the menu.

"Papa is good," She curtly answered.

"I want this and this," He made his choice with Emily selecting hers too.

"Why do you want to marry me?" He asked as soon as the waiter was out of hearing shot.

"Do I have a reason not to?" She questioned him back which brought a smile to his lips.

Emily felt guilty, he didn't deserve to be cheated upon but she had no choice, he was her saving grace.

"You know what I mean, Emily?"

"Being born into a family like mine, you should already know the outcome," she didn't go into much detail.

"We don't love each other" he reminded her

"Love would develop naturally between us with time," she answered him. That is if he doesn't find out her trick and divorce her afterward.

"I heard you like clubbing," he brought it up," I'm a governor and I have a reputation to uphold to the public and I would intend my future spouse to -"

"I get your point, you don't have to worry about a thing," she assured him.

Emily's eyes shone the instant the waiter served them food and wine, this was her opportunity.

"Is that ..." She intentionally pushed down his food.

"Oh no," Ahmed sighed when the food ended on his body.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," Emily in the guise of apologizing as he wiped himself, slipped a substance into his drink and hers.