Emily Tilton Novels & Stories

All heads turned to see who had arrived. Emily Walton walked in with an air of confidence and poise that immediately commanded attention. Her dark, chestnut hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, catching the light and shimmering with a natural sheen. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating her striking features—a touch of smoky eyeshadow highlighting her piercing blue eyes, and a hint of blush enhancing her high cheekbones. Her lips, painted a deep, commanding red, curved into a polite but distant smile.

He took a drink from it and my veins throbbed feeling the need to strangle him and make him choke on the fucking ice tea. “Do the calms Elena, you can always get another glass.” Commented Emily seeing that I was choking in anger. Then she answered Max. “Nothing much, I’m supposed to be babysitting sweet Elena here. What about you? do you have any plans?” “I do have a party to attend in the next one hour but I don’t think you’re going to be in favor of the person who is going to be attending? Tonia would be attending.” I had no idea who this Tonia person was but it wasn’t making up with the slightly agitated expression which Emily currently wore at the mention of the name.

he demanded. Emily clutched his arm, her voice trembling in all the right places. “I don’t know what I did wrong. I just wanted to check on her, but she’s always so bitter. I’m trying to be kind, but she can’t even appreciate that.” Lilian stood frozen, staring at the scene — at Ethan’s cold expression and Emily’s fake tears. “Ethan,” Lilian said quietly, her voice breaking. “That’s not what happened. She—”

I smiled, “you can call me whatever you wish, lady Lisa.” “Good,” she nodded, smiling back. Emily stood at the podium. Dressed in a long overflowing golden gown with a delicately embroidered pattern that snatched her body to perfection. Her blonde hair did justice to her entire appearance, and her makeup, top notch. Up there, she shone. So brightly that I was reminded of Bertha. Something stung in my throat. “Hi everyone, I have a very pleasant announcement for us, ” she started brightly, her face pulling into a wide smile.

Emilie’s POV: The morning sun filtered through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the fabric of the deep emerald gown Milo had chosen for me. It hugged my frame tightly, the neckline plunging just enough to make me feel exposed, yet the elegance of it was undeniable. Tonight, I wasn’t just Emilie, the girl who’d traded her freedom for her father’s life. Tonight, I was Milo Petrov’s wife, and he intended for the world to know it.

Translation: I looked pretty, but fat. The fundraiser pics. I looked hot. I felt hot. But of course, the first thing she zeroes in on is the nonexistent bloat in the photo. I resist the urge to throw my phone across the room and instead fork another bite of spinach into my mouth like a responsible adult who doesn’t crave violence. At least the dressing is good. Emily, it turns out, is less of an agent and more of a glorified babysitter. A babysitter with manicured claws and a talent for passive-aggressive comments.

Emily's appearance instantly shocked the members of the Jeriton Ladies group chat. Nobody could associate Emily, the noble eldest daughter of the Somerson family, with the word "mistress". However, due to Suzanna's prior announcement, they had already had formed their own preconceptions about the rumor floating around. Ironically, Emily had been the one to deliberately spread those rumors around with Suzanna's help. Now that Emily's name was associated with the scandal, her actions had come back to bite her.

Riley repeated, visibly confused. “Oh. Cole,” Emelia corrected with a soft laugh. “We were best friends.” Riley immediately shot me a look that practically screamed so the cold genius can actually form friendships. “I’m also a final-year computer science student,” Emelia added. Riley clapped lightly afterward, almost like she was intentionally trying to cut through the tension thickening the room. “Well, before I introduce myself,” Riley said as she stood, “I need to say this first. You’re seriously beautiful, and your hair stays so perfectly in place. My bangs could never.”

Was the handsome medical professional really Stanley Batton? Could it be that this man was not Stanley Batton? Was he a substitute Xyla had found for the occasion? Previously, Emily had not been able to find out a lot of information about Stanley Batton. In fact, she was not even able to get her hands on a picture of him. If Xyla merely asked someone to pretend to be Stanley, Emily naturally would not know the truth. Although Emily felt that this was all ridiculous to think about, her instincts were telling her that it was not entirely impossible.

’ Beatrice asked. ‘Try stopping me,’ Emily replied with conviction. *** On the way back to Crab Mill Terrace, Beatrice learned a great deal about Emily Hannigan. She learned, for example, that Emily had an older, hearing brother called Harvey who was at Durham University studying to be an astrophysicist. Beatrice also found out Emily was a huge fan of football and as well as supporting Aston Villa, she also played goal for the Deaf Girl’s International Football Squad; a position that had earned her many medals and trophies. Emily even suggested that she’d used her trademark half-height dive to rescue Beatrice from the oncoming car.