Emily Fields Pll Novels & Stories

“Wedding planning. Emery and I have some decisions to make.” The casual announcement sent heat spiraling through my chest. After months of survival mode, talk of actual wedding plans felt like stepping into sunlight after a long winter. “About time,” Mel said, making notes. “I've been fielding calls from vendors for weeks.” “What kind of calls?” I asked. “The kind that happens when you're planning what society blogs are calling 'the wedding of the decade.” Her smile sharpened with professional satisfaction. “Florists, caterers, venue coordinators. Everyone wants to be part of the Wolfe-Emery union.”

Everyone turned to Emily again, waiting to see what she had to say for herself. Emily locked eyes with Amelia, voice steady and ice-cold: “This design has nothing to do with lavender fields.”

Of course, she expected nothing less from her. “You are right,” Emily said, her voice sharp now, cutting through the murmurs. “This is not a playground. Which is exactly why I am here. Carter Industry was built by my late mother, and no one is more fit than her daughter to protect her sweat and sacrifice. And if you feel I am unfit, Miss Ellis, you are free to tender your resignation.” The entire room fell silent. Miss Ellis lowered her gaze to the table, unable to say another word. Emily didn’t linger. The meeting continued, and she went on to introduce Mr. David as Vice President and Chloe as her assistant.

She really was something else. Emilia on the other hand was dead serious. She knew that she couldn’t afford to waste much time with her plans. Whoever murdered her parents was out there living like a free man while she was suffering everyday with the memories of their death. She needed to act fast and getting the ownership from Liam was her first step. When she worked at Peyton Incorporation as a director, it wasn’t hers and she couldn’t make Aaron sign the company over to her. He knew nothing about the company but he knew how to read. He read every single document that was given to him to make sure Emilia didn’t make any move on the company. But with Liam, her husband as the legal owner, he

I felt much better. “So, what are you doing today?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “Studying?” “Ugh, no. I’m actually near the school,” Emily said. “On a Saturday?” I asked and she groaned. “Yeah, there's—" she suddenly paused. “Hello? Em?” “Wait… do you hear that?” I frowned. “Hear what?” “There’s an ambulance,” Emily said. “It’s heading toward the fields. That’s weird. Isn't Alvin having that practice match today? Josh said they had a match with Vance's team.”