Emily Henry: Kindle Novels & Stories

**** Meanwhile, Emily was enjoying her newly granted freedom—even if it came with a six-foot-four security shadow. Holding her green apple, she wandered aimlessly through the pristine hallways of the upper levels. She passed a library that looked like something out of a classic film—two stories high, lined with dark walnut shelves packed to the brim with leather-bound volumes. A rolling brass ladder rested against the wall, facing an automated stone fireplace. She took a bite of her apple, whispering to herself, "Who on earth actually reads all of these? Or does he just buy knowledge by the square foot?"

Lily asked " Even I don't know when or how it happened . Maybe it might have been the day he spoke those words to me or the way he stood by me and helped me though my rough times like a good friend would but what I do know is I love your dad and will never allow him to go." I said . " I love you too ." Henry said "Aww that so sweet " the girls said . "Endless Love" My love There's only you in my life The only thing that's bright

Just as Mrs. Williams closed the drawer, she heard a soft knock on her door. Emma walked in without waiting for any response. Her face was pale, her hands clutching her phone tightly. We need to talk," Emma said, her voice barely steady. Mrs. Williams gestured for her to sit, amazed at the sight of Emma’s shaken expression. She wasn't expecting her to come forward so soon. “What is the matter, Emma?” “I got a message,” Emma said, trembling slightly as she handed the phone over. She read the message with Emma sitting across her table. "You're in over your head. Walk away, or you'll regret it."

Ava took a shaky breath. "It's...it's not a big deal," Ava mumbled, avoiding Helen's gaze. "You know I tell you everything, right? Like...like about..." She glanced around the cafe, then leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. "Like...like how I had sex with Philip back in highschool." "Okay fine! Here goes," Ava said, taking a deep breath. She laid it all out, from the get-go. "What?!" Helen's voice rose, her hand flying to her mouth. Heads turned, conversations stopped.

Irritation flared in his chest. 'Why?' He didn’t even know. He sucked in a breath, filling his lungs with the scent of worn leather and the faint perfume of his grandmother. It did little to calm him. He scowled. It didn’t even smell good. His gaze shifted to Antonia—his grandmother. Her face, lined with age, bore the weight of both years and sorrow, yet her eyes still held warmth, kindness. She was the niece of Emperor Augustus. And yet… She looked so old. So small.

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

Here are the things I would like to clarify; Firstly, I would like to take this opportunity to address some issues about the book. For those who think Henry suddenly wants Gwen back because of what Emily did to him then you’re all wrong. I need to clarify that Henry had feelings for Gwen before the incident with Emily, and his interest in her was not a result of Emily's actions. Before discovering Emily's secret, Henry was already drawn to Gwen.

said Henry in his melodious baritone voice. Emily suddenly turned her head in surprise at Henry's question. She was stunned as if she couldn't believe what she heard. "Did I hear you right, Henry? You want to propose to me as your wife?" Emily repeated. Hendry smoothed Emily's long wavy brown hair to the left side of her face and kissed the crook of her neck that smelled of expensive perfume. "You heard me right, Em. I'm serious."

Emily continued her accusatory speech. "Are you not her friend? You should have advised her against running away." Henry bit out. He could not stop himself. He wondered if Emily was actually the mastermind behind Zoe's leaving. "You are a beast," Emily continued. "You act like you know everything even when in reality, you know nothing." "Okay then, my little friend," Henry's cold demeanour was back. "Tell me exactly what I do not know." Emily opened her phone and clicked on a picture, holding it up to Henry’s face. It was the picture of Zoe’s pregnancy scan of the baby in her womb.