Emma Dilemma 88 Novels & Stories

"No, it's not. This memory also keeps coming back about a big house." Dan's face changes. I never see his facial expression this scary before. He put back his tea to the table. "So meeting the woman finally makes you remember about the Duncan family, huh?" I gulp. Hard. It's the family in that woman's case, Emma Carlson. What is it to do with all of this? "Before you talk, let me ask you. Do feel any joy when you dream about killing the prostitute?" "No! Dad! Are you crazy?! Of course not."

Perimeter Lockdown Confirmed. The mechanical voice of the security system mocked me every time I came home. She had bypassed it. A Level 5 security network engineered by the top defense contractors in the world, and my sweet, delicate Aria had shattered it in ninety seconds, leaving nothing behind but a burnt-out circuit panel and a ruined emerald dress on the floor.

Damian took it and looked at me. “This was in Elias’s belongings before he disappeared.” My heart began to race. “He left it?” Damian nodded. “But he didn’t get to send it.” My hands trembled slightly. “What’s on it?” No one answered immediately. Then Damian pressed play. Static filled the room. Then Elias’s voice. It was low but rushed. “If you’re hearing this…” My breath caught. “…then I didn’t make it out.” My stomach twisted. Elias continued. “Emma is not acting alone. Fernando knows… but he’s not fully in control anymore.”

Vee Hale waited in the shadows of the abandoned warehouse like a ghost from their darkest nightmares, her once-perfect appearance now shattered by bruises and fear. Elara’s heart pounded as they approached her, the air thick with the smell of rust and betrayal. Vee held up a flash drive with trembling fingers, her voice barely above a whisper. “This proves everything. The real killer. The one pulling all the strings.” The promise in her words felt like a lifeline and a trap at the same time, making Elara’s stomach twist violently.

But now, reading them again, his heart pounded faster and faster. The hollow panic in his chest was growing, and he couldn't ignore it anymore. "Papa Dan, why aren't you eating?" Theo tilted his head, confused. Dan forced a smile. "Papa's not hungry, buddy." Valerie noticed his distraction and reached across to take his hand. "Are you still upset with Lynn? Honestly, she went too far this time—having her own daughter play dead just to guilt you. It's so cruel." The more she spoke, the more unsettled Dan felt. He stood abruptly.

What was more, Rita deliberately ran into that dog on the road. Luca hadn’t even realized what a complete bastard he had been. As those memories rushed back, he was consumed by an overwhelming guilt. It seemed he really did treat me terribly. He frantically tore through the cardboard box, hoping to find some kind of message I might have left behind. However, even after dumping everything out, there was absolutely nothing. His heart pounded wildly. Forcing his trembling hands to steady, he quickly dialed the consigliere again.

Emma hesitated, hands shaking. “Daniel…” she whispered. He turned toward her, concern etched across his face. “What is it?” She showed him the screen. Marcus leaned closer. “Play it,” he said, though even his voice trembled. Emma tapped the screen, and the video began. At first, it was darkness, then a beam of light cut through the frame, uneven and shaking as if the person holding the camera was walking carefully, nervously. Emma’s breath hitched as the familiar outlines of the forest appeared.

Emma said, meeting his gaze, “but you’ve also been determined, courageous, and selfless. That’s what matters.” For a moment, Ethan said nothing, his blue eyes searching hers. “You have a way of seeing the best in people, Emma. Even when they don’t deserve it.” Emma smiled. “Everyone deserves a chance to be seen for who they really are, Ethan. Even you.” --- As the day progressed, Ethan received a call from his legal team. They had uncovered more evidence—hidden bank transactions and forged documents—linking Harold to years of embezzlement. The weight of the discovery brought both relief and frustration.

The thought spiraled through her mind as tears burned at the corners of her eyes. In a desperate attempt to regain her composure, Amelia replayed their last meeting, searching for any hint of deceit. Had she missed something? Diego’s laughter seemed hollow now, his charming banter a mask for something sinister lurking beneath. Her thoughts raced with questions—what had he been promised? How long had this deception been in the making? --- The confrontation took place in Diego’s office. Amelia stormed in without knocking, her eyes blazing with fury. Diego looked up from his desk, startled by her sudden entrance.

“You left me no choice. Where's Emily?” There was no way out to escape from the gun and a mad man. He slowly raised both of his hands. “I already told you, Emily is not here.” He tried to calm down. Dr. Morris raised his eyebrow and cocked the gun. “Stop messing with me! Emily is here, I know that.” He stepped closer. “Emily, sweety! Daddy is here. Come out now, we are going home,” he shouted. He was about to speak again when Dr. Morris glared at him. “Move or I will put a bullet in your head and…” He stopped and then his smile widened. “to the beautiful woman standing on your door.”