Emily David Novels & Stories

Her eyes and her actions are so freaking fearless that I'm wondering if I'm the one to suffer today. That's going beyond. If she continues to do this, I'll end up coming right here in the conference room. Heck! "Mr Gabriel," David's voice comes as I shudder, enlarging my eyes and gulping down the anticipation. "What are your thoughts on it?" Fuck! I didn't even hear anything. "On— what? Can you please repeat?" I say as David frowns in surprise. Emily has sworn not to stop today. Her eyes are on the projector but I can see her controlling the wicked smile. I grit my teeth in frustration.

​After a long while of silence, Emilia reaches across the wooden table, wrapping her small, thin hands tightly around Eli’s wrists, and forcing him to look directly into her eyes. ​“Adrian left,” Emilia says, her voice ringing with absolute, fierce clarity. “David didn’t. David helped us. Whatever David’s past sins are, whatever blood he has on his hands, he did not abandon you and he did not abandon me.” ​Eli looks down at her hands and then back up at her.

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

Tonight, that legacy was turning seventy. I looked across the tables set out with fresh flowers and gold-rimmed plates and spotted Emily, laughing at something Damian had just whispered in her ear. I smiled without thinking. She was wearing a pale blue dress that floated when she walked, and her dark hair was pinned loosely, a few curls falling in front of her face. It was strange how quickly I had warmed to her. But then again, Emily wasn’t like Maya. Emily didn’t slither through rooms. She didn’t cast shadows or build alliances with secrets. She was genuine, thoughtful, and, most of all, kind.

While me head to my home office and locked the door. I typed away on my phone as I called up to Pete, “have you found any information about the Danny guy?” I asked him. “Yes, he is a designer. I actually found out that he knows Young Madam, they were friends when Young Madam studied abroad.” He informed me. “Huh? So Emily knows him? Well, okay, look for him still. I will find out more from Emily too. I will tell you again what you should do next.” I said

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

Apparently David had met Emily. "All of that is not of your business, so what's wrong? How come you didn't contact me first," Liam asked later. "Nothing, it's just that I feel familiar with Emily. I don't know why her name is exactly the same as that pole dancing woman in the night club. They also both have beautiful bodies, or is all this just my guess?" muttered David then. "She's Rose's little sister" Liam answered instantly and of course he gaped at that. Wait a minute..

My mind spun like a loaded chamber. “What about Emery?” he asked finally. “You going to tell her everything?” “She already knows too much.” “That’s not an answer.” I stared out the window. “The truth would break her.” “Or make her stronger.” I didn’t respond. Because deep down, I knew Dante was right. ** Back at the penthouse, I found Emery sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. The headlines were brutal. From Victim to Vixen: Emery Sinclair’s Rapid Rise in High Society

“It is. But don’t you hate him? He kidnapped you.” Emily was quiet for a moment. “David was the first real friend I made when I came here. He was charming and kind. I’d rather remember him that way than as the man who became obsessed with me.” “You really have a forgiving heart,” I said, holding her tighter. “I do?” “Yes. You forgave me even after everything I did to you. And now you’re doing the same for David. I’m so lucky to have you.” “And I’m lucky to have you too,” she replied softly.

And so, I hastened my return. I had instructed Hayle to discreetly inform David to send Emily back to the quarters without revealing my arrival. I was relieved that David followed my instructions. When I caught sight of Emily, adorned with makeup and surrounded by chaos, I couldn't help but laugh. It was a sight I had never witnessed before—a woman engaging with children to such an extent. I could see the natural qualities in her that would make her an exceptional mother. While it was unfortunate that she hadn't had children with Jake, I couldn't deny my selfish satisfaction, hoping that one day she would overcome her attachment to him and move on. My aspirations were grand, and the wait ahe