Novels by King Emerald

LUCA ELENA—Just the sound of her name sent bumps crawling on my skin, it made my stomach turn in a dangerously unsettling manner. I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t ignore it. I had been with many women before, some elegant, some bold, some utterly predictable. There was always a pattern, a similarity among them. But Elena? She was in a league of her own—unreadable, definitely unpredictable. And the craziest part? I still couldn’t fathom what it was about her that made me lose my sense of reasoning. Maybe it was the way she looked at me as if she wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. As if she saw something beneath my carefully crafted mask. Or maybe it was her presence, calm but sharp, elegant yet unshaken. She wasn’t like the others. And that unsettled me. As a Moretti, as the heir to a mafia empire, I wasn’t supposed to be acquainted with just any woman. Attachments led to vulnerabilities, and vulnerabilities led to bloodshed. I had seen it happen before. But wi

ELENAIF INDECISIVE WAS A PERSON. "Blue dress, red dress, black dress… which would be perfect?" I muttered, lifting the three dresses as I stood in front of my mirror. My fingers traced the delicate fabric of each one, my mind flickering between choices. They all seemed like perfect choices, yet I was so indecisive. "Wait!" I suddenly said, fixing my eyes on my reflection. "Why do I even care how good I look? Am I trying to impress him?"I scoffed at the thought. No. This wasn't about looking good for Luca. This was about control. This was a way of making him fall into my well-laid-out trap and making sure he never gets out. For that, I have to be just another woman enthralled by his charm, that's the only way this could work.Right? Yet, as I stared at myself, a thousand and one thoughts raced through my head that made it difficult to even listen to myself. I heaved, the words falling off my lips. "Elena… are you sure you can do this?"A ghost from my past clawed its way to the su

ELENASTEP ON THE BRAKES ALREADY! It felt like everything was moving way too fast, and I just wanted to scream and step on the brakes.But I didn't."Dinner…" I muttered, placing my hand on my chin as if lost in thought. My gaze flickered toward Luca, his expression …waiting.This is what I've been waiting for, for so long now—to find Luca Moretti and bring him down. This was it, right? The start of my revenge, but yet, it still felt overwhelming.I hated to be overwhelmed. After a long pause, I finally nodded. "Alright then… dinner would be fine."For a split second, I saw something flicker across Luca’s face, a hint of satisfaction, maybe even relief. A small smile threatened to break through, but he quickly masked it, clearing his throat as if to compose himself."Mm… mm…" He coughed slightly. "Alright… that’s fine. When though?"I tilted my head, pretending to consider it, though my mind was already set. "Call me or text me, and we’ll talk about it."Luca nodded, his gaze lingeri

ELENATIME SLOWED.As we stood there, the warm sunlight streaming through the kitchen window, I felt his eyes lock onto mine. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down my spine, making my heart stutter in my chest. His fingers tightened around mine, firm but not forceful, and at that moment, I could feel the connection. It mirrored the sparks flickering within me, an undeniable pull that I wasn’t sure I wanted to resist.The air between us thickened, heavy with an anticipation that neither of us dared to acknowledge out loud. Every second stretched, every breath drawn out, as though time itself had paused to witness whatever was happening between us. Then, just as I thought I could break free from the moment, he leaned in. His breath, warm and teasing, ghosted across my ear, sending goosebumps trailing down my skin.“The secret ingredient, my dear, is not what you think,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp.My mind whirled. What did he mean by that? Was he playing with me, or was th

ELENASTAY IN CONTROL. I kept repeating the words as I followed Luca’s lead back to the penthouse I had run away from half-broken. "Welcome to my humble abode," Luca said, his voice smooth and playful as he pushed the door open, stepping aside to let me walk in.I arched an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms as I stepped over the threshold. "You know I've been here before, right?" I said, giving him a look, watching for any reaction.Luca smirked, shutting the door behind us with a soft click. "Yeah, yeah," he waved a dismissive hand, "but you stepped in at night and left the next morning. That doesn’t count as a visit, does it?" He walked past me, leading the way into the sitting room, his tone lighthearted but laced with something unreadable.I hesitated for a brief second before following, my gaze subtly scanning the apartment. It looked the same—clean, modern, and refined, yet something about the air inside felt different this time."Please, have a seat... if you wouldn’t mind," Lu

ELENALOOK AWAY, ELENA!I repeated the words in my head over and over again, yet I couldn't pull my eyes away from his enchanting blue eyes.“Tell me, Elena." He began, leaning fully over the table. “Why did you leave without even the least thing as a goodbye?"I shrugged, pausing briefly to think of an answer other than ‘I regretted sleeping with you’. “What? Was I supposed to dress up in one of your oversized shirts and whip you burnt pancakes?" Avoiding the question was a better resort.“Burnt?" He choked lightly. “Are you that bad?" I scoffed, taking another long sip from my coffee. “Quite shocking, even to me. I never got the hang of it."He nodded lightly. “I can teach you."Cocking my head to the side, I raised my brows. “Oh really?"“Well, that is, if you'd take up the offer. It's free." He added.My lips curled up into a smirk. “And why would you do that?"It was his turn to shrug. “I don't know. If I could sit for hours at the restaurant where you work, waiting for you to s

SOPHIA Caught in bed.“Hello,” I said into the phone, my heartbeat sounding in my ears. I waited eagerly to hear, to know who exactly was calling.Or maybe if I'd hear Ricci’s voice, mocking me.“You did well.” The voice sounded crisp and automated. It sounded like a human being. Maybe they'd use some kind of effect.I raised a brow. I did well?“Are you watching me?” I asked, I could hear the slightest hint of panic in my voice.“Am I not allowed?” The effect couldn't hide the mockery in the person's voice.“Son of a gun,” I whispered to end the call.“Don't, let's meet. I'll explain everything.” The voice said and I paused.I bit down on my lower lip and creased my brow, I didn't know how to respond to this.“We have a common enemy, Sophia, you've come all this way. Don't give up now.”It wasn't such a long way, just two streets from the mansion. I could end the fucking call and run back.But it was also two streets away from the truth, away from the possibility of ending Ricci.“F

SOPHIA A strange letter.“And about last night…” He said and I suddenly froze. My eyes remained glued to his chest, avoiding his gaze.So he remembered last night?I felt like he was waiting for me to say something, but I had nothing to say.Was that the reason he came here?“Don't start what you can't finish; try me again, and I promise to take you.” He said I couldn't help but scoff.“Do you think I'm scared of sleeping with you Ricci?” I asked immediately.I was. But he had hurt my pride and I couldn't stand it.He didn't reply to me immediately and I finally looked up to meet his gaze. My throat became dry at what I saw.Desire. Pure lust and hunger were evident, casting some kind of predatory darkness in his eyes.“Well, that's good to know.” He said and walked out.It took a moment to realize that I had been holding up my breath; I exhaled and leaned back on my chair.Did he come here just to taint me from running away last night?Such a bother.Just then, Isabella worked into

SOPHIA A pull to win or lose.I'd expected it, but I hadn't expected it so soon. So easySo good...What was I thinking?I wasn't thinking.His lips were on mine, unraveling, seething, claiming. He tasted of brandy and mint. The sensation made me feel like I was standing on clouds and made me melt into his hold.With a start, I realized I was the one getting seduced instead.His kisses were hot, demanding, and rough. In a moment, his mouth left mine, and his lips found my neck, holding me firmly; he bit on the tender flesh.I let out a stifled yelp and pulled away from him. His eyes looked dark with desire; when he moved towards me, I moved backward.With fear.For the first time ever, I suddenly feared Ricci Russo.He had claimed my senses with just one kiss. How do I fight against such a man?"Come." He said, but I shook my head fervently."I'm sorry, you're drunk," I said and immediately walked out of the room, a part of me alarmed that he would go after me.But he didn't. I bre

RICCI Tortures of power and desire.I sighed as I dropped the file back on the table, closing my eyes briefly.It had been hard for me to concentrate throughout the day. I couldn't. And I just knew what the problem was.Sophia's outrageous behavior kept ringing in my head, and I had the feeling that I had kept a ticking time bomb with me at home.She dared to say she would be with one of the workers? I owned her, and she had no right to do so. It was an insult to my name and for the worker or any man whatsoever, I would slit his throat.I wasn't aware that my secretary had been standing over me all the while.“Mr Russo,” she called again, and I looked up.“I'm leaving,” she said, her tone dripping with seduction.I stared at her, furrowing my brows.I had been with her last night, and for some reason, Sophia had found out. Not that I cared.But not her. Not today.“Okay. Make sure to send the documents to my email.” I said without sparing her another glance, but I could feel her conf

SOPHIA A friend to help “I hope to God that was a joke.” He said, turning to face me, I could see a dangerous spark rising in his eyes. It made me happy. I felt powerful.“Why would you think so?” I said and walked towards him. I paused just inches away, rising on tiptoe; I moved closer, my face just inches away from his chin.And slowly I whispered. “Well, it seems like you certainly had lots of fun, can't I?”Before I could think, I felt his hands strong on mine. He pulled me back roughly; I gasped, obviously taken by surprise.“Sophia!” He growled.“What? Don't you think a cheating husband deserves a cheating wife?” I asked, and a round of laughter bubbled within me; I let it out, throwing my head back. My body shook in his hold.I didn't care, couldn't care less that the plan was on seducing him, not enraging him.I despised him too much, too.“You don't smell drunk, but you are.” He said, and I looked back at him.“Oh, I'm way too sober, Russo. You don't want an Idle wife who t

SOPHIA Seducing Ricci Russo.“The most naive woman I've ever met.” I sneered, pacing up and down my room.Who the hell did he think he was?The anger had just begun consuming me, rising from the pit of my stomach and spreading throughout my chest.“Goddamn you Ricci,” I whispered and flopped on my bed.Closing my eyes, I let my mind get wild with thoughts.Ricci was a man who had every little thing laid out in his life, from whom he tightened his grip and whom he discarded.I would be neither.Instead, I'd be the death of him, someone who would make him pay for everything he'd done to me and my late sister, or everything his decision had influenced.This was the only driving force I needed to dig up dirt on the second-richest man in the world.Slowly, as I thought, sleep overtook my senses.The next morning, I lay still in bed, waiting, watching for any sign that indicated he had left the house. I slowly walked down the hallways and descended the stairs, taking my cell phone with me.