Emily Prentiss Dies Mga Nobela at Kwento

I finished up his drink and he walked over to her table. Benson “Mind if I sit down?” I said to Emily. Emily looked around noticing that all of the other tables were full. She shrugged her shoulders and replied, “sure, whatever.” She continued to sit there looking sad, fighting tears back as well as she could. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I asked her as I took a sip of my drink. Emily glanced up at me and back to the door waiting for her car to pull up. “My brother was killed last night.”

Kael looked into her eyes. "I love you." Emily smiled through her tears. "I love you too." The older Emily watched them. Then she began crying. Emily looked at her. "Why are you crying?" The older Emily whispered: "Because this is the part I never got." "What?" "You." She looked at Kael. "And him." Her voice broke. "In my timeline, he died." Kael's expression changed. "How?" The older Emily stared at him. "I killed him." Emily stepped backward. "No."

I said, and then moved closer to her. After closing up the space between us, I wrapped my hands around her gently, hugging her. She smiled and then she cupped my cheeks. “I am happy you are fine Chloe. You might not believe me but I am so happy you are back.” I smiled and nodded. We walked back to what she was trying to cook and then while I was helping her, I decided to use the opportunity to ask who the criminal was. “Grandma, who is the person? I heard from the doctor that the one who caused Emily’s death had been found. Who is it?” I asked.

Her pulse quickened as she searched his face, desperate for answers. “I… spoke to Dr. Maxwell,” Lucas said softly, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “Emily… your mother… she passed away this afternoon.” The words seemed to hang in the air, heavy and suffocating. Emily’s world tilted, her vision blurred. She shook her head, her mind refusing to process what she had just heard. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “No, that can’t be… she was supposed to have the surgery. I…I didn’t even get to… It’s a joke right..!!” she screamed.

That was when she spotted me on the road. An idea occurred to her—she decided to commit a murder-suicide. The truth sent a chill down my spine. The extent of Emily's hatred for me was truly unfathomable. The police went on to inform me that Emily had died during the car crash when her truck rammed into the barrier. Sighing, I gave my statement to the police. When that was done, I extended my arm toward the windows, basking in the glow of the sunset. Emily's life had come to an end, but mine was far from over.

But another part, the part that was now in pieces, knew that his death was a dangerous loose end, one that could tie Miriam and, by extension, Ethan, to something far uglier than I could imagine because Miriam has seen the horrific scene and she might tried to know why. Emily's voice was a quiet whisper that pulled me from my thoughts. "I don't know," she said, her eyes wide with genuine confusion. "That's what's so strange about it. Miriam is so... perfect. She's the rich and beautiful princess of her family. She's supposed to be at galas and charity events, not on some dark street corner where a cop's private investigator is being shot dead." I almost choked on my coffee. The image of Miri

Perhaps, in a few days, she would return on her own. Or maybe he would lower himself and go look for her. After all, she was still his wife. With that thought in mind, Eric wrapped his arms around Emily and instructed the bodyguards to keep an eye on the city's hospitals. Meanwhile, Dr. Jim had already changed course, taking Charlotte's lifeless body to the crematorium. He couldn't believe it—the girl who had so recently come to him for surgery, her smile bright as ever, was now nothing more than a cold corpse.

Emily asked, feigning confusion. Serena just looked at Emily coldly and remained silent. Emily continued, "I don't care if you're in love with him because you love him enough to do anything for Gimson. It's just..." Emily suddenly moderated her tone. "At this point, Serena, all I want to know is where Derek is." "He's dead," Serena said suddenly, after a moment of silence. Emily's breathing stopped for a beat, then she inquired, "Are you sure he's dead, and do you know how he died?"

Just if she had known, she would've involved the police before and let them handle it, or at least told her dad about it, maybe the innocent man wouldn't have lost his life, but then, she believed that God has already destined this to happen in the first place, so there was no reason to regret it now. Standing on the balcony and leaning over the rail while staring up at the sky, many thoughts run through her mind, including finding out later that Emily died at the hands of her dad. Although they were never on good terms, but she was still pained to have known that her cousin passed, and the thought of being killed by her own dad was really disheartening. Two arms wrap around her waist from b

His facial expression instantly became serious. He didn’t say anything, but he quickly sat up and moved closer to Xyla so that he could hear what Jeremy was saying. “Emily killed herself. Your aunt suddenly had a cerebral hemorrhage… They both died yesterday,” Jeremy said. This sudden news left Xyla in a state of disbelief. She really didn’t think the two of them would end up like this. The other day, when Xyla saw Emily, Emily didn’t look like she would kill herself at all. Emily even said through gritted teeth that she would get her revenge against Xyla once she got out of prison.