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Chapter 41: Back To The Bottom
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Claiming Emery Chapter 44: Ghosts Who Knew My Name
“You're staring at that phone like it might bite you.”Killian's voice cuts through the morning silence. He has been at his desk for hours, going through the files Alec had left behind, and his concentration was sharp. He has gotten up from the chair since Alec left. But he's watching me too, always watching.I gripped my coffee mug tighter, staring at the contact name on my screen accusingly: Harper. The woman I told my secret to, the woman who was there even during my college days, who painted my nails during the college final. The same woman advised me to stay strong after my divorce from Tobias, the same person who held my hand at charity galas when others poured champagne on me.That same woman who sold me out.“I need to make a call.”“About last night?”“About everything.”Killian finally set down his papers, his piercing blue-gray eyes stared at mine from across the room, and I saw the question in his eye that he had refused to ask. Trust had been a fragile glass between us—on
Claiming Emery Chapter 43: Enemy Of My Enemy
“You look ready.”Killian's voice came from behind me as I stared at my reflection in the bedroom mirror. The black Valentino dress fit like it was made just for me—elegant, expensive, armor disguised as evening wear. He'd left it on the bed this morning without explanation, just his way of making sure every detail has been placed in order and nothing could disturb the flow.I fastened the diamond necklace at my throat, my hands steady despite the weight in my chest. “Ready for what, exactly? More performance art?”“Ready for more wins.”He moved into view in the mirror. He was in a sharp black suit, not a thread out of place, his face was unreasonable as ever— cold. Plain. We looked like the perfect power couple. At least on the surface but not in the soul.“The car's waiting,” he said, checking his watch. “Ready to go now?”His voice held no tenderness, just reassurance like the battle had already been won before it even started.I grabbed my purse and followed him out.~~~~The Wol
Claiming Emery Chapter 41: Back To The Bottom
“Well, this was quickly handled.”Mel's voice rang throughout the silent room, while I watched the man handling the camera struggle to coil his cables. I stood glued to the ground paying a deaf ear to Mel's words. My focus was on the stranger who was dismantling his equipment.After they finished clearing up their equipment, the penthouse suddenly felt a little too big and too quiet without the low hum of their equipment. But the white couch where Killian and I had sat twenty minutes ago was still, holding our impression. They hadn't returned it back to its position.“Hello to you too, Mel.” I said. I didn't turn around, instead, I turned to one of the lighting technicians at my right who was struggling with a particularly stubborn tripod, and I found myself focused on his awareness hands instead of facing whatever information she'd brought me.“The early reactions are already live.” She dropped her tablet on the marble counter with a sh
Claiming Emery Chapter 41: My Voice
Emery’s POVIt was past noon when I opened the balcony door, letting in a soft breeze that smelled like distant rain and city heat. The sky was a cloudless gray—too pale to be called gloomy, too quiet to call beautiful. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed and faded. The world kept spinning.I didn’t feel ready for it.Inside, the living room was mostly quiet. Just the rustle of the newspaper someone had left folded on the edge of the couch and the soft murmur of the TV left on a low volume. Killian was in the office, working through emails and phone calls, his voice sharp and clipped through the closed glass wall.We hadn’t said much since the morning. Not out of coldness—but something heavier. That kind of silence that comes after you’ve said everything too honestly, and all that’s left is the ache of it.I stood barefoot, fingers gripping the edge of the balcony door, staring out over the skyline that stretched like a painting I couldn’t read.Then my phone buzzed.I almost di
Claiming Emery Chapter 40: Beneath The Weight Of Quiet Things
Emery POVThe heaviness that followed the next morning more than the night The air inside the penthouse was still, but it wasn't the kind of silence that called for attention, it was the kind that wrapped itself around everything like a second skin and it was enough to make me too aware of the small things, the soft thud of my heart, the slow rise and fall of my chest, the way the walls felt like they were listening.The early sunlight shone through the windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor.I sat on the chair by the kitchen counter, knees rested slightly on the other, with a mug of coffee cradled in both hands. The mug was warm when I first held it, but now the coffee had gone cold. But still, I didn’t put it down.I wasn’t drinking it.I just needed something to hold.My hands traced the lines on the ceramic, slowly and my thumb brushed the rim, again and again. I didn't stop cuz I liked the weight of it in my palms, I liked the illusion of control it gave me.Behin
Claiming Emery Chapter 39: Reflection
Emery POVThe silence that followed her death—and his confusion—wasn’t peaceful.It was hollow.Empty in the way silence often is when it carries too much.It didn’t soothe. It gnawed.It felt like someone had stripped the color from everything, like thUse world had stopped moving but forgot to tell me. And I just stood there, watching it blur past, knowing I couldn’t catch any of it.That morning, I lay on Killian’s bed, my back flat against the mattress, eyes pinned to the ceiling as the soft light crept through the curtains. The sun filtered in gently, casting quiet gold shadows over the floor.I had slept.But my body didn’t feel rested. My soul didn’t either.My chest felt tight, like something heavy was lodged behind my ribs.My throat ached—not from screaming, but from holding too much in. From swallowing tears, words, and pain over and over until it dried out the inside of me.My eyes had stayed swollen all night, even while I slept. Sleep didn’t soothe grief. It just numbed i
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