Emma Agreste Novels & Stories

She is a married woman, plus she’s like a worse version of her daughter, Julia. “ No.” I say in-between laughs. “ I’m going to get married to Emilia Peyton.” I say to him Emilia was a better option than Julia and from what I had seen on the media, she was even more beautiful. Scratch that, she was a goddess. She barely said anything on the social media but her beauty was enough to make people worship her. She wasn’t just beautiful, her body was to die for and even a workaholic like me, could never deny that fact.

Damian walks to his car. He opened it and drove to the direction of his company when he saw Amelia who was sitting down on one of the benches at the park near the hospital. He stops the car and silently observes her. Amelia was not in a good state. She had dark bags under her eyes, a deathly pale complexion because of her vomiting and she also slightly lost weight. Damian pulls his phone from his pocket and dialed the number of his private secretary. "Find everything about a girl named Amelia Reinhart. I want every single detail about her" he orders and then hung up his phone without hearing his secretary's reply.

Anna said "I know you are trying to console me and I appreciate it, but sometimes love is never enough. He showed me love, care and everything that I needed as his wife but I broke his trust and I can't forgive myself for it. But since he is taking a new wife o won't stand in the way of that" Amira said wiping away the drop of tears on her face Back in Vartell

“Perchance, whose hard work it is, Miss Campo?” Dr. Amara calmly asks. “Yours?” she added with a raised brow. She bore Alice with her cold gaze before she averted to look at the others. “You’re an employee of the F&D Group of Companies, more than being the fiancee of President Del Castilo, Miss Campo. So you're expected to work hard to earn your living. Whatever money Madame Abigail is getting from this company is what is due to her as a major stockholder. She wasn't stealing anything from all of you” With a cold smirk, Dr. Amara scanned the crowd before her gaze fixed on Alice.

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

Amara whispered. ​Amara sat at the console, her fingers flying across the keys. She wasn't looking for a person; she was looking for a pattern of consumption. Elena was a woman of luxury—she had once been the intended bride of a Valenti. She wouldn't be hiding in a cellar; she would be hiding in a fortress of her own. ​"Track all high-end property leases in Malta and the Italian coast under L'Arena's subsidiaries," Amara directed. "And cross-reference it with the purchase of high-grade construction materials. If she knows Emiliano, she knows he builds with steel. She’ll be doing the same."

“Julian came to me today. He said he overheard a woman at a party talking about Oceanic. She knew too many details that shouldn’t be public. Her name was Mia.” Ace went still. “Mia?” “Yes. Do you know her?” Emma asked. Ace hesitated. “Brian’s girlfriend. Her name’s Mia.” Emma stared at him. “That's it! I have been trying all day to remember where I have heard that name.” “Really?” Ace asked. “It might not be the same person, but it could be.” Emma exhaled slowly. “If it is the same Mia, then Oceanic’s problems just multiplied.” Ace squeezed her hand. “We’ll handle it. Together.”

she said eyeing him. I like forgetting the part that we are sex slaves .Mr B who I have never met is the owner of this building he claims is an orphanage so that he can avoid the government.Once in a year they come and we have to lie to them about our well being sometimes i just feel like screaming out everything to their face ,I know it isn't going to end well. "What up girl I heard Theressa has been bought."Kate said in a whisper . That's what happen here the girls are bought for sex service and sometimes they return them when they are tired of using them.Just like me the man that bought me was an old man me got tired of me fighting him so he returned me .

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Margaret resided in a quaint cottage on the edge of town, a hidden gem nestled amidst a lush garden bursting with vibrant flowers. Knocking on the weathered wooden door, Emma's heart raced with anticipation. Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing a stooped figure with wisps of gray hair framing a kind face. Margaret's eyes, age-weathered and filled with wisdom, peered at Emma through a veil of time. "Can I help you, dear?" Margaret asked, her voice carrying a sense of familiarity and warmth. "Mrs. Margaret, my name is Emma Reynolds, and I'm a journalist for the Silverwood Gazette," Emma began, her voice filled with earnestness and respect.