Bound by Heart

Chapter 1

In a big mansion in Beverly Hills L.A, the morning sun was shining through the windows the weather was very good.
She was standing near the windows in her kitty pajamas to get some fresh morning breeze, the lush green lawn and flowers in front of the mansion were too pleasing to the eyes.
In the far corner, an old man was working with the plants, someone knocked on the door.

She was too indulge in her own thoughts to notice anything.

"Emma" someone called her softly.

"Morning Dad" she smiled at her father.

"What is my baby girl doing?" There was affection in his voice.

"I was just looking at the flowers outside", she replied.

" Well, don't you think I have the most beautiful flower in my house", he pinched her nose dotingly.
she giggled at his action.
"Come downstairs and have breakfast with dad," he said while walking towards the door.

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In the dining hall, the breakfast table was filled with toast, eggs, bacon, fresh juice, and fruits.

Emma and Mr. Taylor were sitting on the table having breakfast when Dean came downstairs, in a hurry.

"Where are you going in such a hurry", asked Mr. Taylor to his nephew.

" Dad I told you yesterday, I have a very important meeting with a client".

"Emma do you want to go with me," Dean asked.

"No bro, I can't handle those boring meetings". She scoffed

" Dad you have spoiled her too much", Dean shook his head and chuckled at her expressions.

My Taylor smiled at both of them.

"Ok, I'm getting late, bye", said Dean and left.

"Well, Emma, Dean has arranged a new driver for you, he will be here shortly, don't drive yourself," said Mr. Taylor.

"I've grown up dad" she pouted.

"I'm going to the office, see you in the evening", he said smiling and kissed her head and left.

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The weather was too cold in England at night, previously there was rain almost all week but that didn't affect people doing their daily jobs or chores.
But the sudden snowfall has been affecting the people.
Roads were blocked and the flights have been canceled due to the heavy snowfall.

In the living room, Mrs. Smith was standing near the window when she saw Eva coming downstairs.
She was wearing a muffler and gloves.

" Where are you going at this late hour," asked Mrs.smith frowning.

"I'm going with my friends, there is nothing like I'm going to elope with someone", she rolled her eyes.

" We are moving back to L.A, and you're coming with us", said Mrs. Smith sternly.

"Don't push me, Mom, I'm not going anywhere that's not even my country", she said stubbornly.

" You're just like your father, stubborn and self-centered ", Mrs. Smith sighed helplessly.

Eva ignored her and moved toward the front door, slam it shut loudly before leaving.