Emilia Book Novels & Stories

The two maids laughed happily while Emilia was behind them, cleaning the floor, squeezing the mop very hard *Lucien, how can I forgive you for what you did to me? She whispered to herself sadly, But a slight movement in her stomach made her stop, and smile quietly "You are also angry with your father. It is okay. I'm here, son" Emilia stood up with difficulty, showing her swollen stomach. She walked with tired steps to the place where the dining hall was located. She took a plate and began to fill it with food. Then she dragged her body out of the hall, feeling disgusted just because she was living among a pack of wolves I sneaked into the prison Trying not to be seen by anyone until she rea

Emilia said angrily to the maid who stood at the entrance of her husband's office. " Ohh… you are deaf and dumb," Emilia said as she commanded her to go downstairs, using her hands. The maid went downstairs. Emilia entered his office and locked the door. She went straight to the library and opened the door. " What exactly would a mafia hide here?" Emilia said to herself as she opened the door wide. She looked around and saw a safe on her left side. She moved closer to it and switched it on. Unfortunately, it requires a password to open.

Emilia and Liam were sitting in the pack's library, researching a way to defeat Victor and his pack once and for all. Emilia was pouring over an ancient book, trying to decipher the cryptic language. Liam was sitting across from her, his eyes scanning the shelves for any other clues. "Emilia, look at this," Liam said, pulling down a dusty old book. Emilia looked up, her eyes squinting as she tried to read the title. "What is it?" Emilia asked.

Emilia had never been so wrong before. She covered her foot and sat on the bed. Emilia didn't know what kind of life other people had. She was indeed temporarily imprisoned in this house. Besides the bedroom, there was a connected tea room, which was not exactly a tea room. It didn't have so many delicate tea sets, only the tea leaves could barely be considered good. The bookshelf was filled with new books, even the plastic seal hadn't been opened, and Emilia's favorite aromatherapy was lit.

Emma is stunned, but she knows that for her not to incur this man’s wrath, she must answer all his questions. “Yes, Master Milan.” Emma says. “I will tell you.” Milan smiles tightly. “Good. I am all ears.” He says. “Well…” Emma begins. “Emilia is a free-spirited soul, and she does not let things get to her, except it really gets to her. She does not like being told what to do, and this is because she is very wise. She thinks that whatever decision she makes for herself is the best, so she does not want to be bullied into doing what she does not want to do.” Emma says.

She told me about Francesca’s latest antics, how Alaric had banned her from watching a particular cartoon because she’d started imitating the villain, and how she was convinced she was going to become a pirate princess. “Honestly, I blame you for that,” Emilia said, pointing at me with her fork. “You’re the one who bought her that pirate book.” I grinned. “And I’d do it again.” She groaned. “You are a terrible influence.” “Thank you.” Emilia rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. We talked about her pregnancy, about how she still couldn’t believe she was having another baby, about how Alaric was hovering even more than usual.

Honestly, she isn’t surprised to hear Emily’s mother wasn’t a saint. “Emilia hated her life, envious of the rich people whose houses she cleaned. Can’t blame her, though. Imagine struggling to survive while those people spent your monthly salary on a single lunch.” Aunt Gilda wipes Cassie’s face with the pads. Cassie still can’t wrap her head around it. Is Aunt Gilda pulling her leg or something? “Anyway, let me cut to the chase.” Gilda continues, dabbing her skin. “Miriam said one day Emilia disappeared for months. Then she came back to the neighborhood as…” Aunt Gilda suddenly stops talking.

“Shut up! I knew Jacob. I knew he would never leave the country without a reason, and he would never betray me. The moment I saw those photos, I knew something had happened to him!” I stood there, frozen. It felt like my soul was being ripped apart. Only then did I realize it wasn’t that she hadn’t tried to find me. In fact, she had sent men to search for me in secret, but Exile Island was too well hidden. With no other choice, she pretended to trust Ralph, getting close to him just to find clues about me. I found myself both laughing and crying when the truth dawned on me. Ralph tried to argue again, but she cut him off with another slap.

Emelia’sPov "Let's get married,” blurted out, stopping him in his tracks. 'What the hell are you doing, Emelia?' "What?!” "Let's get into a fake relationship." I rephrased, meeting his eyes once again. It was an insane request, but one thing I was more than sure of was that I needed to make Jeffrey regret what he did, and there's no better way to do that than getting into a relationship with billionaire CEO Isaiah Lyon.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.