Dishonored 2 Emily Kaldwin Novels & Stories

“Come to my office when this is over.” To which she nodded. Reymond then stood and quieted the crowd who were still rumbling about what Andrew had said. “In light of this new information, and all the information we’ve gathered during this trial and also some extenuating consequences… we are hereby ready for announce the verdict.” Emily stiffened. She looked back to her brothers, who both gave her encouraging nods. And then to Nick, who only looked at her and then turned putting his head down. “We find the defendant… Emily Caroline Elkwood Blackforest …. NOT guilty.. and innocent of all charges brought against her in the conclusion that what happened to a Mrs. Susan Whitetail self defense.”

But he couldn’t ask around or else he will be under suspicion by the firm and that was far worse than any punishment. His mind went back to the conversation he had with the man they identified as Emma’s mate after he was dismissed from the meeting with the higher-ups. His name was Caleb Jalvin and if he had to guess he’d be around the same age as Emma but what really baffled him was how anxious the guy seemed to be on taking Emma’s title. It had led him to ask the question, “Aren’t you concerned that she’s your mate?” Caleb looked at him like he asked the most stupid question on the planet and answered mechanically, “Emmaline Stone is just a woman I happen to share a connection with and it i

“You know where I was. I was hiding out at the hotel from you, because you said you were going to kick me out as soon as my father died.” She shook her head and let go of me. “The press got some pictures. There are rumors that the Alpha’s daughter spent the night with some strange man. I swear, Emily, if you get pregnant out of wedlock, you will bring dishonor on this pack. I have a witch we can use to find the father and then you are going to marry him so that we don’t have a bastard ruining the pack name.”

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting shifting shadows across the glass floors and naked bodies still marked by sweat and friction. Emily sat curled in a leather armchair, her bare skin glistening with the remnants of pleasure, legs pulled up lazily beneath her. Her hair was damp against her shoulders, her lips swollen from kisses not given in love but in dominance. The flickering firelight bathed her body in a gold-red hue, making her look like something forged in the heart of the blaze. A tablet rested in her lap, casting a cooler glow. On the screen: chaos. BREAKING: George Kings Accused of Bigamy — Shocking Revelation of Secret Second Marriage

It wasn't there. Emily squared her shoulders. She knew exactly who had taken them. She marched toward the double doors of the suite. Brought in days ago unconscious or not, she’d find her way out. She wasn’t going to sit around like a prisoner waiting for an execution. She was going to find Damien Reines, demand her belongings, and get the hell out of this cage. She yanked the doors open, stepping out into the sunlit hallway of Elysian Heights. She didn't even make it five steps toward the private elevator before a massive shadow fell over her.

Better she think I missed her than know the truth—that I was suting over her daughter, my daughter. "You should go back to work. My apology for dusturbing you," I said quickly before hanging up the phone. I collapsed onto the bed, trying to get some sleep, when another call came through. It was Timothy. "Any updates?" I mumbled. "For Emily Campbell, I found one, sir," Timothy said. "I've found out that her present work overseas is connected to underground criminal activities." I sat up straight, suddenly wide awake. "Tell me everything you know," I demanded.

And every single move I made now was based on what I remembered. Eventually, Williams exhaled. "All right." I smiled. "Thank you." The room became strangely quiet again. Matteo looked at me, then he reached for the contract. "I'll sign." Nicoló picked up his pen. "So will I." Bianca hesitated for another moment before signing. My grandfather watched them carefully. One after another, the signatures appeared on the pages. I watched every stroke of every pen. This was the moment. The original Scarlett had signed this agreement because she thought she was saving her family.

It wasn’t Mary… no, that voice was too deep. My pulse quickened, fear creeping in. Who else knew I was here? Nobody. Then... How...? “Maybe Mary sent someone…” I whispered, unsure, caught between the urgency of the moment and the threat closing in. My body tensed, uncertain. I was seconds away from responding when the masked man pressed his palm over my mouth, his silent command clear: listen. My heart pounded, torn between fear and arousal, as footsteps echoed outside the restroom door. "Emilia, are you there?" The voice was closer now, followed by the shuffle of several people. More than one.

I was bleeding, exposed, and completely at the mercy of whatever he decided to do next. Mrs. Quinn recovered first, professional instincts kicking in hard. She smoothed her blouse and offered a tight, diplomatic smile that did not reach her eyes. “Alpha Blackwood. I wasn’t informed you would be stopping by today. Of course I understand. Lily is your daughter’s close friend. Protecting her is… natural. In fact, her connection to you, is the best thing she's done for this family in years.” The words were meant to soften him, to reframe the situation as simple parental concern for Emily’s friend but they made my stomach turn.

Summer said. "She is lying, you saw the results, she fabricated hers" Kate was already on thin ice. "Do you mean the results you had your aunt alter? That's right I know, and she will be going away for a while" she smiled "Mom she's lying" Kate thought that at this moment the only person that would believe her was Tasha. "That is enough Kate" a familiar voice said from behind and everyone's attention was focused on the voice. It was Grace and she had come with Kate's daughter Emily. I guess she got scared when Summer threatened her and she confessed.