Crazy Emilia Novels & Stories

“I’m… I love Andrei and I want this with him. He’ll call off the attacks and we’ll be at peace just like you wanted. Agree to the terms so we can move on with our lives.” Scratch that, it seems anything can shock me now. There’s definite fear in her eyes, so why is she telling me it’s okay? Since when does Emilia ‘Amaretto’ Vittori get scared of a man? Since when does she allow a man to dictate her life, especially a pompous cunt like this fucker?

I say. "I've created a mess." "That's the same thing." --- Emilia visits in April. She comes alone — Sophie is home with the kids, and Emilia needs a break. We walked on the beach, the way we used to walk in Barcelona, before everything fell apart and got put back together. "Do you ever miss it?" she asks. "The cons. The adrenaline." "Sometimes. The person I was pretending to be didn't have to feel anything." "And now?" "Now I feel everything. It's exhausting."

Hitting people is messy and inefficient and I pay other people to do that for me. I stop in front of Emilia's chair and look down at her. She tilts her head back to maintain eye contact and I can see fear in her eyes but she doesn't look away. Definitely smart. "How old are you?" I ask. "Twenty-three." "College?" "I graduated last year." "What did you study?" "I don't see how that's relevant." Carlos makes a strangled sound. "Emilia. Don't—" "English literature," she says, cutting him off. Her eyes are still locked on mine. "I studied English literature. Is that what you wanted to know?"

(Sulking) 😓 Me: (glares) are you done with your emotional blackmail? 😒 Ayesha: (looking at me with puppy eyes) what emotional blackmail? 🥺 Me: uggh! Fine. I'll write the Epilogue! 😵 Ayesha: yaay! (Jumps on me) 😄 Armaan: tsk tsk tsk. Such a selfish bestie. Making my Ayesha beg like that. 😕 Me: get out of my face you pretty boy. 😡 Ugh! I hate you soo much... stealing my bestie like that. (To readers) but I love u all 😍

Why wait until the wedding to say anything and humiliate me in front of everyone? I was just about to pull up another chat record when Erick shot me a look full of disgust. "Jessica, did you do this on purpose? Are you trying to embarrass my family? "We already gave you 130,000 dollars for the wedding, and you're still making a scene over my mom transferring the wrong amount. Do you really have to make this so ugly?" I looked at Erick and felt like I did not even know him anymore. That gentle, considerate man had changed in an instant into someone blind and completely ruled by his mother.

The room was dark once again, and it was hard to find an escape route in a room with no windows and one door. There were only air vents to circulate air. How was I supposed to escape when I didn’t even know where we were? Those two dumb bitches kidnapped me for money they didn’t even know Emilio had already put in the bank. How could someone be so dumb as to do something like that without doing their research first? They didn’t even know what happened in Italy and they claimed to be citizens. It had been big news once Emilio was declared a billionaire. Everyone knew he had that kind of money, but it had never been legitimized.

I took a step closer to her, and she stunk of smoke and alcohol. "Yes. I didn't expect to meet you here," I said."Why did you push me?" I needed to know what had come over her that made her act like a crazy woman. Emilia chuckled dryly. "Did you expect me to run to you and hug you because you are here? After all, you put me through?" She paused and nudged her nose. "Crazy bitch!" "Emilia I don't understand where all of this is coming from. What do you mean by this, and is this how you've been reflecting on yourself? By drinking and smoking?" My eyes scanned her from her head to her feet.

Turning, I sighted a new car and turned to see Calvin also staring at the car. “Emilia. It's her,” Calvin mumbled and walked off while I ambled after him. We got in and of course we found her seated right on the sofa. “Oh look who we have here,” Emilia chuckled the moment I stepped in, “the mere sight of you drives me insane. From the first day, I always knew you'd be trouble.” “Watch what you say, Emilia.” “Really?” She chuckled ridiculously and dropped her wine, “watch what I say? You're a fucking CEO and you haven't been in your company for days? Especially when the company is crumbling and not only that you're with the woman that's making everything crumble.”

"She has the advisor's contact on I*******m. Maybe they'll respond faster if you identify yourself as the guy who got her number.” "The boy is twelve years old and is smarter than you, Hazz" mocked Emilia, fixing the bag pierced on her trunk. I showed her tongue, and she showed her back. Emilia was momentarily distracted as she opened her bag and took a cigarette out of it. She wasn't even old enough to smoke or go out so late at night, but her parents were never at home to avoid the damage. And she didn't care about anything. "Good, have fun with the search for the modern cinderella. I need to drink.” "You'll end up getting into trouble because of that, Emi," I said in a cautious tone. "No