Emma Lovewell Novels & Stories

Curiously, she asked, “Why are you whispering?” Loveth’s voice sounded more lowered now, “I am in the toilet. Your father and Stepmother must not know I have a phone. Thank God, Miss Ava isn’t home, I fear she might have caught me by now.” Amelia smiled, if Ava wasn’t tormenting her in her home, she would have said thank God, “So, is there any news, Loveth? Did anything new happen at home?”

Miller’s eyes were as sharp as daggers. Eloise, however, held his gaze back. Her brain was working too fast. She needed to make up a story. Fast! “Well, Abraham… Abraham was my first love!” she blurted whatever came to her tongue. “First love?” He raised his brow. “Y-yeah… Years ago—before everything got messy, before Damien, there was… an unspoken connection. A spark that never really died.” “But family politics…” She sighed, trying to make it look like a sad story.

“I know. Even a blind man can see the chemistry between you two.” “He never talks about his ex.” “That's because he doesn't have one,” Eloise explained. “You're the first woman to ever capture my brother's heart.” Wait! He was a virgin that night? I swallowed hard. “I love your necklace,” Eloise said. My hands darted to the jewelry, a smile curving my lips. “Nathaniel bought it for me today.” “Nathaniel is such a gentleman, has always been since we were kids," she said.

Her heart stopped as she opened the new message from the unknown number: “love is a weak thing for you bitch,choose max and Ethan don't get hurt ” She clutched her mom’s necklace, her breath shallow, her eyes darting to the window. The sender knew about Max, about Sofia, about everything. The guy in the black hoodie was out there, and the game had just gotten more dangerous.

"I love you." I smirk, knowing that there was no way Kenneth missed those words leaving her lips. She rolls her eyes while pulling away from me slightly. "Don't give that smug look on your face. Like you just won the lottery," I chuckle as I pull my hand back while standing up for a drink. "Darling, we have enough money to pay the winnings of the lottery ten times over and then some." I walk up to my table of verities of alcohol and pour bourbon into a glass. I take a drink before turning to her.

They no longer set out a bowl for me at mealtimes or called me to draw lots. Instead, they indulged Asher without restraint. It was as if I had never existed in this house. The neighbors started to feel that something was amiss and came knocking. "Elena Vale, our window is right next to the window of Silas’s room. Don’t you smell it? There’s a stench. It smells like something rotting. And Silas hasn’t gone out these past few days. He hasn’t even gone to school." Mom was preparing a crab for Asher, his favorite food. She didn’t even look up. "He’s throwing a tantrum with me. He’s stopped eating, let alone going to school. As for the smell…"

"You took my hundred million. That makes this my business." Lorenzo didn't even spare him another glance. "And get that bitch of yours and her little act under control. You harm my woman again, and the consequences will be more than you can bear." A crowd was gathering, with bystanders taking photos and reporters trying to get a story. "A brilliant performance," Lorenzo said, holding up a tablet and playing a security video. The footage clearly showed Ava grabbing my hand and then deliberately throwing herself backward. Just before she fell, she quickly pulled a small bag from her purse and squeezed its contents onto her dress.

"What's going on? Does Mr. Blackwell not care about Mrs. Blackwell anymore?" The housekeepers whispered among themselves until Evan's secretary, Gale Larson, chuckled. "It's not that Mr. Blackwell doesn't care about Mrs. Blackwell anymore. It's because the real lady of the Blackwell family is back. If Ms. Harroway hadn't insisted on studying abroad and if she hadn't dumped Mr. Blackwell right before she left, he wouldn't have been so devastated that he traveled the world looking for a substitute. "Mrs. Blackwell still has no idea that Mr. Blackwell was the one who approached her father back then. He only wanted her because she resembled Ms. Harroway. They might've called it a marriage allian

Xavier is the first boyfriend lovelyn has ever had and she actually made a choice that got momma proud. " Shut up! I'm not telling you! So much for keeping a secret with Mom. Who else knows about him? Dad? Uncle Tucker? Grandma Julie?" " Grandma Julie is dead". " My point exactly" I laughed at her priceless reaction and lifted my wrist to check the time. " Love, we'll talk later alright? Hope he's good to you?" I will have no one treating my sister anything less than the gold she is. " Yeah yeah" " Good, take care of yourself"