Emily Jade Novels & Stories

Something in my chest tightened as I watched her lean in, whisper something that made Ethan laugh softly. There was a glint of something flirtatious in the way she touched his arm, casual but not accidental. I blinked, trying to place her face. And then it clicked. Emily. I had seen her before, on business covers, in financial news. The daughter of Richard Langford, a well-known financial mogul. Brilliant. Groomed for power. And now… standing just inches from Ethan, as though she belonged beside him. As if on cue, I caught voices behind me.

Then finally, Emily shifted slightly, resting her chin on his shoulder and glancing down at the floor where a few papers had fallen. “You think your team heard anything?” Adrian smirked.“Not unless they’ve got microphones in the carpet.” She rolled her eyes, swatting his chest lightly before going still again. Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen—Lila(Video Call)—then looked at Adrian. He gave a slight nod, lips curving. She answered. “Lila!”Emily smiled, tilting the camera so her friend could see her clearly. “I’m back!”she beamed.“Finally. My professor dragged me across five countries, three labs, and one very haunted guest house, but I survived. Barely.”

A contract with a signature and nothing more. Then the chapel doors open, and my carefully constructed certainty starts to crack. Her father steps in first, tall, proud, his hand curled protectively around her arm. Then I see her. Isabella Hart. My bride. For a moment, I forget to breathe. The dress should have looked ridiculous, heavy with lace and sequins, the kind of gown that makes a woman look like a doll. But on her, it doesn’t. The fabric hugs her waist, the neckline bares her shoulders, and the faint shimmer of beads catches the light. Her hair is braided into a knot, a few strands loose around her face. She looks untouched. Fragile, even.

“Emily, Emily, Emily!” Her name echoed through the buzzing crowd, a symphony of admiration from excited voices. She strode elegantly along the crimson carpet, her poise commanding attention as cameras flashed in rapid succession. The world seemed to pause for her; every journalist, photographer, and fan vied for her attention. Emily Petals was no longer just another actress; she was a star—a beacon of grace and talent in the entertainment industry. “Emily, let’s take a picture,” her manager, Rachel, urged, pulling her gently to a waiting photographer.

Emma whistles and Emily blushes crimson red, walking towards us. “Do you think Ethan will finally notice me today?” Emily asks me softly, her eyes particularly focused on me, Emily has this huge crush on Ethan, Emma’s twin brother since we were kids but she can’t muster up the courage to tell him, and Ethan is always with different women every day, today his date is someone named Kayla, who has five million followers on i*******m.

Then I slipped into the driver’s seat, trying not to feel like I was stealing a royal chariot. When I arrived at Jay’s place, he was waiting outside like he’d known I was coming. "There she is," he said with a shit-eating grin. "Knew you'd show up." I walked straight up to him and dragged his ear. "Ow! Emily! What was that for?" "You dropped the video without warning. You didn't even give me a breather!" He laughed and rubbed his ear. "In my defense, the timing was just... perfect. The song’s charting again. Streams are through the roof. And you’re officially the most Googled woman in LA this morning."

Emma glanced at Qri, who seemed to be praising her, and her lips carried a faint smile that was hard to detect: "That's right, the eldest son of the Seldom family, Luna Sandra's biological son, Jadeite, is coming back. In the previous life, he was a good brother, confidant, and prince to Edward! Remembering that turbulent past, when I kneeled and begged him, he shut the door on me and said, 'A little wretch who doesn't know her limits!'" "Doesn't know her limits," Emma raised her head, looking at the dazzling sun above, then suddenly turned around and walked towards Emily's room. Suddenly, Qri said, "Miss, fifth young lady, she..." implying that Emily would probably cry and cause a commotion

Emily said “Okay , you are more beautiful without makeup , I didn't want to do this at first but I saw your walk and it looked familiar . My crush walks like that on the runway but she's dead now .” James said smiling like he didn't just say something sad “ I am really honored . Who's your crush? She must be some popular model. “ Emily said “ She's not popular , I don't know why she didn't accept deals from big fashion shows , rumors have it that her husband was the reason . Anyways her name is Emily Rogers . Do you know her .” James asked on seeing Emily's reaction

Emily stood looking helpless as the two walked away. “What bonus?” Jada asked. “I don’t know, but I’ll bet she adds one,” he joked as he ushered her out past the awestruck staff. “What are you doing here?” Jada asked him once they got outside. “I came to take my fiancée shopping for her wedding gown,” he said, smiling as he put her into the limousine. “Did you see Emily’s eyes when you said Mr. Moneybags DeRoya at your service?” Jada said, mocking him. “It was priceless,” he said, reaching to move a lock of hair from her eyes, staring at her.

she added, glancing at Damian. Damian's brows arched in surprise. Who is she? He pondered, and then glanced around, noticing others staring at him as well because of this... person. "You're right, but he's not ready now," Justin said. Damian's gaze shifted to her. "And you are…?" Damian asked. "I'm Emily! Emily Johnson," she replied, smiling from ear to ear. Damian's eyes narrowed. Emily Johnson? Johnson… Yes. She was the daughter of Johnson, who owned the media.