Emma Dilemma 88 Novels & Stories

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Emma's determination solidified as she maintained her position. "I'm positive there were two," she stated confidently, her assurance growing. She had acquired the intelligence she sought - there were no additional CCTV cameras in her residence. As she made her departure, a chilling realization dawned on her. The series of events began with the discovery of documents, then the camera, and now her father's ring. What was happening? Emma was left with more questions than answers as she exited Mr. Ethan's office, her mind racing with the possibilities of what she was about to uncover.

Just when I was about to turn up my laptop to look through my schedule for the next day, my phone began to buzz. It was Jaylen on the line and immediately, I unlocked my door from my sitting position. Pushing the door in, she waddled into the room, a frightened expression on her face with her hand folded in front of her. “Are you certain it's Novah you met?” She muttered, though I found her question strange, I affirmed her question with a nod. “What about her kid? Is he dead… I mean he survived the accident despite the severity of the crash…” Slowly rising to my feet, I asked, “What did you just say?”

However, Damien couldn’t make out the difference due to the heavy downpour which was soaking their faces. His gaze momentarily dropped to her pink lips as she mercilessly chewed them. She was trying hard to control her emotions but failed as his words were a harsh reality check for her. Power and money indeed supplant morals and dignity. Emmaline knew that she could easily expose him but would anyone believe her? Neither does she has proof of her innocence nor had stored jewels to seal the lips of bastions of justice.

“ Your Dad is only going to be there for a while, we are going to get him out.” “ I think I have something that can help us,” Derrick said and I stared at him as he brought out a phone from his pocket. He handed me the phone as a video started playing. My eyes widened when I saw Emelia suffocating her husband with a pillow and threatening his lawyer about a will that would favor her. “ How did you get this?” I asked, pulling Derrick closer to me.

“I thought you might want to know—I have a little information. Something about Emma.” “Go on,” Damian said, leaning back in his chair. Delilah crossed her arms, her tone dripping with mock concern. “Emma is the key to Ethan’s downfall. If you want to hurt him, you have to start with her.” Damian’s smile widened, dark and dangerous. “Then tell me everything.” --- Back at Ethan’s Estate, The sun had set, casting a deep amber glow over the sprawling estate. Emma sat on the couch, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared at the floor. The weight of her conversation with Ethan lingered in the room, heavy and unrelenting.

I go to turn around but get distracted by my phone beeping with a text message. "Dear Emma, you guys took so long looking for Emily that I got bored so we had to play some games to entertain ourselves, unfortunately for Emily she lost but she still has all her other fingers so it's not so bad. However, now it's time for us to play a game, and if you win you get Emily back but if you lose she dies. Look inside the box and you'll find your first clue. see you soon j x"

Chapter 19 The call came at 2 AM. I was half-asleep on Lily's couch when my phone buzzed violently against the coffee table. I grabbed it, heart pounding, and saw an unknown number on the screen. "Hello?" "Emma." Sophia's voice was tight. Desperate. "I need your help." I sat up immediately. "What do you want?" "Please. Just listen." She was breathing heavily. "Daniel—he's gone crazy. He found out about the evidence you have. He's been drinking. He's talking about doing something stupid."

“For Christ’s sake, Emma, would you calm down? It’s an inanimate object!” Classy let out an exasperated sigh. “Keep it down, man. You’re going to shatter the windows.” Bryan approached him carefully. “Chill out, bro. Besides, what’s making you scream this time? I thought you agreed to all this. You wanted in.” Elliot shot Bryan a look. “Hey, you friends with this jumpy jerk?” Emma pouted, lowering his finger. “No! I was just… hiding. For tactical reasons! And then this… this freak over here,” he pointed at the dummy again, “fell and startled me!”

he asked with a teasing lilt to his tone. Emmeline shrugged one shoulder coyly, her gaze dropping to the inviting vee of skin exposed by his unbuttoned shirt. "I'll admit, I was pretty...distracted for most of it. I don't remember a single thing those other two said." She wrapped her arms around herself and gave an exaggerated shudder, pressing her breasts together. "But...don't you think the death penalty is a little harsh?" She peered up at him through her lashes, her expression one of faux innocence.