The Enemy I Hate To Love

CHAPTER 1! Chaotic Encounter

Emma's POV

I woke up to the warm rays of sunlight peeking through my window. Stretching my arms, I yawned, feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep.
After a quick morning prayer, I began my daily routine. As I showered and dressed, my mind wandered to the soup kitchen where I volunteered. Today was soup day, and I was excited to help serve the homeless.
Downstairs, Sophia, my best friend and neighbor, waited with a warm smile. "Morning, Emma! Ready for soup day?"
I grinned. "Always!"
We chatted about our plans as we walked to the bus stop. The morning air was crisp, filled with the scent of blooming flowers.
After a quick ride, we arrived at the soup kitchen. The aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering soup filled the air, making my stomach growl.
As we served the homeless, their gratitude warmed my heart. This was my purpose - helping others.
After finishing our shift, Sophia and I parted ways. I decided to treat myself to a mall visit, craving some retail therapy.
I navigated the crowded mall corridors, searching for the food court. My stomach growled with hunger, distracting me from my thoughts.
As I turned a corner, I stumbled upon a sleek, black stage. Models sashayed down the catwalk, showcasing exquisite designs. I halted, mesmerized.
Suddenly, a stern voice interrupted my reverie.
"You, come with me."
Before I could protest, a firm hand grasped my arm, leading me backstage.
"Who are you?" I demanded, trying to wriggle free. The man's grip tightened.
"I'm Michelle Cole Roller, the organizer. And you are?"
"I-I was looking for the food court," I stammered.
His eyes narrowed. "You're not with the crew. You're not a model." His tone dripped with accusations. Confusion swirled within me. "No, I swear! I just got lost." He didn't believe me.
"You're either with my rival or a reckless crasher." Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.
"I'm telling the truth! Please believe me!"
As I pleaded, my heel caught on a wire. I stumbled, arms flailing. Time slowed as I plummeted toward the floor.
Strong arms enveloped me, pulling me close. I gazed up into piercing blue eyes, framed by chiseled features.
His expression softened for an instant before his mask of skepticism returned.
"Who sent you?" he demanded. I trembled.
"No one! I'm just a lost tourist." His gaze never wavered.
"Convince me."
My words spilled out in a frantic rush. "I volunteer at a soup kitchen. I help people. I wouldn't sabotage your show."
His eyes searched for deceit. "How do I know you're not just a brilliant actress?" Tears flowed freely now.
"Because I'm not! I'm just a simple girl who made a mistake.
As I sobbed, Michelle's expression faltered.
"Listen," he said finally, his voice gentler. "Stay away from my events. And don't think this encounter will go unnoticed." I nodded, still sniffling.

Later that evening, sophia and i had a video call session and i told my encounter with Michelle Cole Roller.
Sophia listened intently. "Emma, be careful. Men like him can be trouble."
I nodded, my mind wandering back to those eyes.
Little did I know, our paths would cross again soon.