Crazy Emilia Novels & Stories

"I love you so much, Emilia De Luca" THE END!

“Yeah. Look, why don’t you go ahead? I’ll be right there, yeah? I just need to catch my breath.” Lara nods and heads on to Lucy’s room. I feel like I have to go outside and smoke to calm myself down. Hell, I knew that what she did was wrong and ultimately, I didn’t regret how things went about, but it still made me feel shitty for seeing her in here with only half a mind, even if she was crazy. I lit a cigarette and then heard someone say, “Dex?” I turn around and come face to face with Emilia, Ellen’s twin sister. Her hair is pushed back and she isn’t wearing any makeup. Her arms are folded, and she sees to be staring daggers at me.

Mochi meowed softly, tilting her head up as if in agreement. “I mean, is it so hard?” Emilia continued, her voice picking up slightly. “I missed him. I actually missed him. Spent half my time thinking about him and the moment he comes back—poof. I don’t exist. Maybe I should have written him a letter. Dear Lord Dante, I hope you’re enjoying your travels while I slowly lose my sanity here wondering if you died in a shootout or found someone more ‘suitable.’ Ugh.” She cradled her face in one hand and groaned.

It was as if her eyes were glued to her phone screen against her will and she couldn’t peel them off. “She literally sold her virginity to Kane so that he could help her poverty-stricken family survive. And don’t believe that sweet angelic image she likes to portray in public. Emilia has a serious drinking problem. When she and Kane were first married, she got so drunk one night that she fell down two flights of stairs and had a miscarriage.” “Oh, my God!” Emilia screamed, covering her mouth with her hand.

"All units retreat! There's a variable!" the voice of an intruder echoed. Even Emilia could hear the panic in his voice. It made sense—their meticulously crafted plan to kill Matthew had fallen apart in ways they could never have anticipated. They hadn't accounted for the sheer power Matthew possessed, nor had they ever considered Emilia's existence would pose a challenge. After all, Emilia's reputation as a genius had been buried three years ago when she left her family without a word, relinquishing her position as heir.

Him and Camila are similar, even though Emilio can come off as annoying, he's just like a little kid, I understood that and just let him be, that's how he copes with his emotions other than partying every other night. "Catch!" I hear Camila shout, I turn my head just in time to see her running toward me. She jumped and I caught her, she wrapped her legs around me and hugged me tightly. Mira walked away with a small smile on her face towards Josh and Emilio. Camila confuses me more than anyone I know, sometimes she hates me and then other times she wants to be around me. "Sure you wanna do this in public?" I ask, getting a low chuckle from her.

Checking the expiration date. Emily reached for it, a smile spreading across her face. "Put it back now!" The voice came from behind her. It was cold and too familiar. Dripping with contempt. Emily's brows furrowed as she turned. Emilia stood there, her arms crossed, her eyes blazing with barely contained fury. She was dressed in designer clothes, her hair perfectly styled, her face a mask of arrogant superiority. "Excuse me?" Emily said raising an eyebrow of ridicule. "I said put it back." Emilia stepped closer. "That cereal can never be for you."

By the time Emilia became aware of the eyes around her, Delilah was quietly celebrating another victory. She didn't know she had gone that far. Now the whole room had witnessed another episode of the delusional wife of Jax Romano. Francia walked over, concern and pity etched into her features. "Emilia. What is wrong with you?" "What?" She tried to laugh but failed. "I didn't… I didn't do anything wrong. She started it!" She pointed at Delilah, who stood there innocently. Silver laughed mockingly. "First, you act like a raving idiot with an innocent model in your husband's office. Now you just embarrassed your husband's assistant and made a complete fool of yourself. What a fucking pity."

There has to be some reason for her to turn into someone mentally ill. "Finish your porridge, Bethy." I slowly shake my head. I think my appetite's gone. "I'm sorry," Emilio says. "It must have been too much to absorb." "Yeah. You literally make women crazy about you." "But I'm only crazy in love with you." Emilio said and I blush. Damn. ******** After my light meal, I called Lilian and she scolded me for making her worry. I assured her I'm fine and we chatted for a bit.

Or was it something that had happened while she wasn’t fully herself? That afternoon, Emilia sat alone in her room, staring at the ceiling fan spinning above her. Her mind kept playing a looping reel of half-memories. Laughter. Her cheek pressed to Sebastian’s shoulder in the elevator. Her legs not working properly. The soft click of something mechanical—had she imagined that? Her phone buzzed. Lena: OMG Florence?! Show me EVERYTHING. Living my dream rn. She stared at the message for a long time. She didn’t know what to show. Or what to say. The sketchbook sat closed beside her, pages blank.