Emily Towles 소설 & 이야기

“And this cake, it’s been the highlight.” “Glad to hear that,” I said. “My mom will be thrilled. She always gets a kick out of hearing people rave about her baking.” Emily laughed softly. “Well, she has every reason to be proud. It’s definitely a winner.” “So… you’re a friend of Kayla and Sophia?” I asked, wondering why I’ve never seen her before. “Yes,” she answered with a smile. “I recently started working as a fashion designer for Raven Media.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Wait, you’re that Emily who made all the gowns? The bridal gown too?”

Before I could get close, Emily lifted her dress and ran toward it, only to be blocked three feet away by the staff of the approaching man. Emily stood there awkwardly. "Mr. Walton, you probably don't remember, but we met at the Urban Young Entrepreneurs Association Conference before." Seeing the lack of reaction, she added, "It's fine. I'm the daughter-in-law of the Lehman family." When Adam Walton, an official, remained silent, Emily grew anxious. "Mr. Walton, I'm talking about the Lehman family from Crowville! In all of Wraydale, who else could get you to come besides the Lehman family?"

EMILIA I whip around. She’s wrapped in a towel, another twisted around her hair, and her eyes— God, her eyes look nothing like the girl I know. They’re tired. Guarded. “I—” I start, but no words come. She steps further into the room, not bothering to mask the anger on her face. “Seriously, Em? Going through my stuff now?” I lower the pamphlets slowly. “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to—”

Leo began. On the other side, Kayla’s lips paused in confusion. “Leo?” “Mrs. Cole is in the hospital right now and I think she could use the company of her best friend,” Leo said gently. “Excuse me, who is Mrs. Cole? Do I know you?” Kayla said beginning to sound impatient. Leo clarified, “Miss Emily needs you” Emily? Kayla thought for a moment connecting the dots before it dawned on her. “Emily is Mrs. Cole? As in, married to THE famous billionaire, Lucas Cole?”

Did Emily even know her pills practically erase a mate’s bond? “And then there’s that wretched girl,” Emily said, catching my attention. “Emilia? What about her?” “Don’t worry about it,” Emily said. “Like I said, I will handle it.” What does she mean? I wanted to stay in case she laid out her plans, but they moved on and I hurried back to Tyler’s room before they got wind of me. I slid between the covers without disturbing him. The pieces were starting to come together–Troy’s illegal art, Tyler hiding it, Emily drug’s ring, and Leo’s involvement.

AUTHOR POV: Even after successfully executing her nefarious mission and dispersing all those Rumours that had tarnished her image, Emily remained unsatisfied with her accomplishments. Her sole objective was to utterly dismantle Liya, and the fact that she had achieved her goal of undermining Liya's reputation didn't bring her the contentment she sought. Moreover, Emily was anticipating an additional payment based on the extent of the damage she would inflict upon Liya. Given this golden opportunity, nothing could deter her, especially since she excelled at covering her tracks, ensuring that her involvement remained undetected.

Jones to Leah. There was a hint of disdain in her eyes. "Leah, I thought you'd never touch a piano again in your life!" "Leah, do you know Emily?" Ms. Jones turned to ask. Leah remained composed, "Not well." Emily was a renowned British pianist with international acclaim, specializing in contemporary piano. When Scarlett first arrived at Curtis, Emily took her under her wing as a protege. Because Emily wasn't just Scarlett's professor. She was also Scarlett's godmother.

Emily dismissed the servants after she was finished before she was checking the mantel for dust. There was none as the maids were dusting it while they were rearranging the yellow room to perfection. Emily sat down on the divan as she was staring out the window, looking at the bright twilight skies before she noticed that the tomes that Ian frequently read. She smiled, moving toward the bookshelves as she was browsing the titles of the tomes. Some of them were ancient that Emily could not even understand the language but most of them were contemporary and literary works of the local writers.

Before I can answer, the auburn‑haired girl practically launches herself off the porch. “I’m Emily!” she announces. “I call dibs on giving you the house tour. Noah’s tours are boring.” “They’re not boring,” Noah mutters. “They are,” she fires back, then turns to me with a conspiratorial whisper. “He’ll show you where the towels are. I’ll show you where the good snacks are.” I blink at her. She’s a lot. But not in a bad way. More like a burst of sunlight in human form. Emily links her arm through mine. “Come on! Mom’s making chili. And cornbread. And pie. She stress‑bakes when she’s excited.”

But Emily's wolf did something she had not done in days , she pressed forward hard, urgent and alarmed, reading something I could not see. "That is not a legal representative," Emily said quietly. "That is the person who founded the rogue group with Troy." She looked at me. "The one name that never appeared in Aden's records." Her jaw tightened. "There is someone else. Someone we have never identified. And they are still free."