All Chapters of HAUNTING EMILY : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EMILY Matteo was searching for me? That was surprising, and not surprising at the same time. Matteo was someone who never gave up on what belonged to him. Back then, I recalled telling him I was done loving him. I can't forget how he got offended by my words, and he did just everything to have me back. Understanding me, I had no choice but to accept him. Now, I don't think he was going to stop until he had me back. But then, it keeps getting so confusing along the line. If he doesn't remember me, why then is he being so bent on finding me? “You know I'm telling the truth, don't you?” The monster before me spoke, bringing me back to reality. “You know there's got to be a reason why he's bent on finding you.” “Whatever his reasons are, that has nothing to do with me. And if I were you, I'd keep my head down and pretend like you don't have his prisoner. Or else your life would be cut short in just a second.” “Are you threatening me?” He frowned. “Just a friendly warning, Mr tattoo

MATTEO I sat back in my chair, Emily’s file still open in front of me. Pages of her life, her records, her achievements. Everything about her was detailed, too detailed. Clean for a lady like her. No wonder they sent her after men like me. I hated to admit it… but she was good at her job. Too good. My phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was Dominic. I picked it up immediately. “Talk to me.” “We’ve got something, sir,” he said with a steady voice. That was a good sign. I leaned forward, tension crawling up my spine. “I’m listening.” “One of our men got a lead from a cashier at a shopping mall on Fifth. She claims she saw Miss Thompson… late last night.” I narrowed my eyes. “Go on.” “She looked like she just escaped something brutal. Her clothes were torn, bruises everywhere, especially her face. According to the cashier, she kept glancing around like she was waiting for someone. After a while, she got a phone call and left.” Smart. That was really smart of her. Whoev

EMILY I've been sitting idle in Kent's home, but what can I do? This was the only way to save myself and those around me. Kent returned earlier than usual. It was unusual of him, so I asked. "Did something go wrong?" "No. Why?" He asked back, looking completely tired. "You've never returned home this early." He smiled. "There wasn't much for me to do." He collapsed on the couch. "By the way, we had a guest today." "Wow!" I sat on the opposite couch, looking interested. "Tell me something." "So, this young lady walked in. She's beautiful, sexy, and..." I burst out laughing. "What?" He raised an eyebrow. "You aren't saying that to make me jealous, are you?" "If that's what you think, then it means you really are jealous." He smirked, while I rolled my eyes at him. "Should I continue now?" "I'm listening." He continued. "So, she said her name was Micheala, your cousin sister. She came asking for you, but we told her that you're nowhere to be found." "Micheala?" I asked, conf

EMILY I sat on the edge of the couch, curling my fingers tightly into my palms. My heart wouldn’t stop racing. No matter how many deep breaths I took, it felt like I was drowning in my own thoughts. Doubt. Fear. Guilt. Everything mixed in one big storm inside me. “Did I make a mistake trusting Kent?” I whispered to myself. Although Kent was trying his best for me, I couldn't tell why I'd suddenly think that trusting him wasn't the best choice. But then, it's not like I think he'd sell me off, or worse, betray me one of these days. I feel like keeping him any longer would only mean risking his life. I wish I could talk him out of this. I wish I could explain better why Matteo's case wasn't for someone like him. If only he knew what kind of past Matteo and I shared, he would have known better that Matteo wasn't one to give up no matter what. The room was quiet, except for the ticking of the old clock on the wall. Tick… tick… tick… Every second that passed made me feel like Matteo w

EMILY I sat still on the couch, hugging myself as if that could chase away the feeling of fear that wouldn’t stop crawling over my skin. The dark had a way of making your thoughts louder, your heart beating faster, and your mind believing anything was possible.The entire house was dead silent, apart from the faint ticking of the wall clock. And then, snap.The power cut off completely.I jumped to my feet. “Kent?”He was already up, phone in one hand, his other hand reaching for the drawer where he kept a flashlight. “It’s the whole street,” he said, peeking out the window. “It’s not just here.”I swallowed hard, staring at the dark window. “Are you sure?”“Yeah,” he nodded. “Houses across the street are out too, it’s probably the fuse. Maybe the transformer blew or something.”“Or maybe…” My voice trailed off.“Don’t,” Kent cut in sharply, “Don’t jump to conclusions. This might not be about you. Things break, Emily.”But deep down, I wasn’t sure I believed that.The air felt thicke