Novel & Cerita Emily Pellegrini Ai

The Alpha’s gaze fell on me again, sharper and colder this time, as though he could see straight through me. “Who is she?” Killian’s voice was low, dangerous, cutting through the hall. Before I could speak, Adrielle stepped forward, her laugh high and sweet. “Oh, her? That’s just Emilia. She’s no contestant, only my help.” But another voice interrupted. One of the council elders. His gaze flicked to me, disapproving. “That is Emilia Monroe. The unturned.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. My cheeks burned, humiliation immediately wrapping around me like chains.

Willow mumbled something but I didn't pay her any attention as I also joined the applause. Emily came to the spotlight and gave a bow. Her hair was pulled back and the color in it was taken out. She had only one piercing on her nose and nothing else. She looked quite responsible despite the casual t-shirt she chose to wear. "Thank you all for coming out here today. I umm..." Her eyes met mine and she smiled. "I am happy that I am here with everyone and I hope you all have fun!" Another round of applause exploded as she made her way to my table, where she should sit.

Emily said in exasperation. "Okay. I will order some food for us." Emil said and opened his phone to order food online. "We should have brought Emma along." Emily said as she saw Emil ordering pizza for them. Emil laughed. "Maybe I will order one for her too, with her hostel address. Call her and tell her to wait for it." Emil said as he ordered one for their cousin too. Emily dialled Emma's number who picked up the call on the second ring. "Hello Emily," came the chirpy response from the other side.

" A moment later, the elevator across the room slid open and a tall woman dressed in a short floral gown began to approach her. As she got closer, her face became clearer. This must be Erin Wiley, Emily thought to herself. She heaved a deep breath and plastered a genial smile on her face. Erin walked across to her and stopped right before her face. She gave a warm smile. "I am told that Edmund's new PA is waiting to meet with me," she said, staring straight at her face. Her voice had a rich Irish brogue to it. "My name is Emily Peterson," Emily offered quickly, smiling. She stretched her hand in the air and Erin took it. "I'm Edmund's assistant."

Riccardo chuckled, smug as ever, “or is that Mr. de Luca?” Riccardo ran his own network, one that operated where mine didn’t. Places my name deliberately stayed out of. If anyone could move unseen there, it was him. “Five foot seven. Black hair. Green eyes,” I said, skipping pleasantries. “Name’s Emilia.” I left out her surname. There was no need to invite curiosity. There was a pause before Riccardo spoke “And what do I get in return?” “I hate this guy,” Theo muttered, shaking his head.

“Not as much as Lady Raptis, though.” Aunt Gilda rolls her eyes with disdain. “Yeah, the number one is Emily Raptis.” Cassie closes her eyes with a smile as Gilda applies the milk serum on her cheeks. She can’t wait to hear more about Emily. “Or, I should say…” Aunt Gilda murmurs. “Emilia Vásquez Pérez.”

He grinned and waved at her. “Is that Emily?” Caden asked, a teasing note in his voice. “Yeah, she’s one of our photographers here. She’s fantastic,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. Emily noticed us and smiled, excusing herself from the group she was working with. She walked toward us, her eyes lighting up when she saw Caden. “Caden! Peru!” she greeted, her voice full of warmth. “It’s good to see you both again.” Peru gave her a polite smile, but it was clear his attention was mostly on the rest of the team. Caden, however, seemed to only have eyes on Emily.

The Elysium Gate's Sect Master and the Nine Mainland's hero? "Don't be rude in Second Young Master's presence!" Emily calmed herself and pointed at a few bodyguards. "You can all stand down." "Understood." The bodyguards were terrified and hurriedly backed off. Then, Darryl pulled Debra and Jewel to his side. He smiled and introduced them. "They are Debra Gable and Jewel. They're my confidants." "This is Emily Dickinson, head of the Eleganza Corporation." Debra and Jewel smiled and nodded at Emily.

After a moment, her expression shifted into hesitation—not enough to be obvious, just enough to signal she still had something to say. Then she tilted her head, her tone casual, almost conversational. “Oh, right. I nearly forgot. I ran into Isla earlier.” My gaze snapped up before I could stop myself. She caught it. I saw the faintest flicker pass through her eyes—sharp, calculating—but her gentle smile never faltered. “She was having lunch,” Emery continued, as if recounting something trivial. “With an Italian gentleman. Antonio Vitale, I believe?” She didn’t sound accusatory or amused. But the implication was there—deliberate, placed with precision.

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