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She added, glancing at me to gauge my reaction, and I instinctively reached for Henry’s hand, stopping him from moving. He raised a brow at me. “You’re leaving me?” I implored. “Stop being sentimental, Emily.” He firmly rebuked me. “This is strictly business.” Henry gently pried off my hand, causing Caroline to beam a small triumphant smile. A heavy lump formed in my throat as I watched Caroline take Henry’s hand and lead him through the crowd of guests, disappearing out of my sight. Maybe coming here was a bad idea after all. What’s the point? I couldn’t even make Henry choose me for once. He kept ditching me at every slightest chance, and here I was, probably looking lost like some stray d

she murmured under her breath. Her mind drifted back to him - his calm presence, the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, the way he looked at her. Nothing about him felt like the kind of man who would require this level of… control. This level of secrecy. So why? Is this really about Robin Hood? Or is there something else? Something bigger? Something they’re not telling me? The thought settled heavily in her chest. Emily exhaled slowly, pushing herself away from the sink. Emily slipped her phone back into her pocket and unlocked the bathroom door, her expression once again composed, unreadable.

“Oh, my god… I really had no idea that they all knew each other. I’ve never heard of Julia or Henry before I met you.” “But it makes sense, doesn’t it? Julia spent most of her life in France, and we know Isabelle’s been involved with some shady people there too. What if they crossed paths? What if Isabelle and Henry are part of the same... network?” Emily’s eyes darkened as the implications sank in. “It’s possible.” “Right. Henry had so many underground connections—people he dealt with in secret. Who knows how deep it goes? And if Isabelle’s working with his people...”

Her fingers fidgeted slightly before she turned to him again, confused. “Henry? Did you just say you sent Henry back to David? As in David Lawson, my Ex husband?” she asked hesitantly, as if just realizing something. Christian nodded. “I recently found out that Henry is in the same school as Claire. They’re apparently best friends.” Emma’s entire body tensed. The color drained from her face as panic flickered in her eyes. Her biggest fear surfaced immediately—if Henry was that close to Claire, then the truth about Claire’s identity might be exposed!

"Well, from how I'm dressed, I'm about to sleep. It's rather inconvenient. Mr. Truman, you don't have ill intentions toward me, right?" "You can take it as I do." Henry ignored Emily's words and walked straight in. Just before that, he received news that the people with Emily had left the hotel. However, even the surveillance cameras could not capture their traces. As such, there must be something off about Emily. Henry had deliberately arranged for someone to track Emily's previous traces, and she was involved in the matters that had happened to the Miller family. Emily's facial expression changed slightly. It seemed like Anna's anticipation was right. Henry was really too smart. He must ha

Here are the things I would like to clarify; Firstly, I would like to take this opportunity to address some issues about the book. For those who think Henry suddenly wants Gwen back because of what Emily did to him then you’re all wrong. I need to clarify that Henry had feelings for Gwen before the incident with Emily, and his interest in her was not a result of Emily's actions. Before discovering Emily's secret, Henry was already drawn to Gwen.

_ Emily Collins is a young brilliant woman who started her business from scratch with the help of her two bestfriends and with a thick and heavy past behind her, she's doing good— as good as she can be with a little baby boy. But sometimes, our devil's like to play and come into light. Join Emily on a whirl wind of emotions as she tries to uncover her horrible past by opening old wounds, allowing them to breath and to finally heal.

He lifted me and bolted. Inside our cabin, he sat me on the bed. He sat down and pulled me into his lap. I missed you. Sorry, I couldn’t answer. First, what did you do or find out? I pulled the vial from the bra and the notebook from my pants. Wow, you’re good. We opened the notebook. Henry had many notes—one made my blood run cold. I gasped. What the fuck? Emily, do not say this to anyone, okay? Maybe Salem… he cursed.