Emma Marie Instagram Novels & Stories

She looked both pretty and amusing at the same time. Laughing at her antics, I said, "Stop it. What if someone sees you? Aren't you afraid you'd lose some fans?" Emma was a content creator with millions of fans online. "Not at all! I'm just glad to see that you're able to laugh," Emma said consolingly as she took my hand. Although she had a carefree personality, she was also a thoughtful and observant person. "I'm fine. I'm not stupid enough to confront that woman. I just want to know when Edgar started betraying our marriage."

It’s Friday and there’s a knock on the door. It’s light and polite. That’s what makes it unsettling. I’m barefoot, still in leggings, hair pulled into a messy knot because I finally have a day off and I intend to enjoy it. Emma is at school. The house is quiet in that rare, precious way. I open the door without thinking. Mariela stands on the other side. For half a second, my brain refuses to catch up. She looks… put together. Calm. Nervous in a way that feels rehearsed. Like she’s practiced this moment in the mirror and still doesn’t like how it goes. “Hi,” she says. “Is Matteo here?” There it is. “No,” I reply evenly. “He’s at the bookstore.” Her eyes flick past me, just briefly, like she’

she said and grabbed her phone back from her mom and walked away. Emma couldn't contain her excitement as she scrolled through her phone, liking and commenting on Mirabel's pictures. "I'm going to be her number one fan! I love women like her, she is do strong." she said, her eyes beaming with pride. As she walked away from the dining table, she didn't notice Annie approaching her.

Genna asked "What! No. Tell me, what's going on? " "Your pictures are all over the social media. Your marriage is trending Emma.? "What? How? I will call you back" She cut the call and went online. She saw pictures of her and the captions. She was shocked and couldn't believe that the pictures were taken today during her shopping.

Jara laughed, “speaking of going overboard. Emma is planning to document this trip and is going to take so many pictures.” Emma nodded, “my social media page is going to be flooded with pictures of you both. You both ready to be my models?” Jara shook her head, “do we have a choice?” “No!” Emma said, laughing loudly.

Maria couldn't hide her excitement, this atmosphere was one she had always wanted to experience, and nothing could beat the joy she felt right now. "He- Good day, I'm Maria, Jackson's PA," she introduced herself with a polite smile and an outstretched arm. Her handshake was ignored but she got something even more amazing in return. Natasha pulled her into a big, warm hug and Maria almost died of affection that instant. She had just hugged Natasha Shaw, the all-time favorite American actress, she'd never wash this sweet smell off her body. "I'm a big fan of your work," Maria continued and watched Natasha's face lit up, "for a long time now," she included and it earned her a squeal from Natash

Emma's face turned pale with panic, and she immediately tried to stop Maverick. "Maverick, whatever this gift is, it can wait! The priority now is the shares!" But she was already too late—Maverick had opened the folder. Dozens of photos spilled out onto the table. In the pictures, Emma looked nothing like the delicate, innocent woman she pretended to be in front of him. Instead, she had heavy smoky eye makeup and was dressed in revealing outfits as she partied at various high-end clubs abroad with different men.

"How come Serena gave both of you a ride together, the same day! almost at the same time!" Amara said, walking out of the kitchen. She had heard everything and she knew something was off but she doubted it cause she trusted Zack, he wouldn't lie. But Marie....the lady is hellish! She's one of the maids Amara doesn't trust. Anara knows almost all the maids have feelings for Damian, but she knows Marie's feelings are extreme. "She had once approached her to help convince Damian to date her!"

I passed everything I found back to Matthew, who used the information to sabotage the company in ways no one could trace. But then, I met Emma. Emma was just another worker in the office back then, quiet and unassuming. At first, I didn’t pay much attention to her, but over time, I started noticing the little things. The way she stayed late to finish work no one else wanted to do, the way she always greeted people with a smile even when she was clearly exhausted, the way her eyes held a sadness she tried to hide. “She’s nobody,” Matthew said dismissively when I mentioned her once, “Focus on the mission.”