Emma Marie Instagram Romane & Geschichten

Amaris This is getting totally too weird! First Maxon and now Zach? What on earth is going on? From beside me, Zara glances toward Zach and then back at me, a look of shock on her face. “Zach!” she gasps. “What about Rayna! I thought—You know she has been waiting forever for you!” Zach tosses his sister a frown. “I don’t know why! I have never looked twice at her. So, whatever it is that you thought, you’re wrong.”

she said smiling. “Oh Maria you deserved it, so there is no need for all of this. You are one diligent and strong woman I've met in my life besides my mom, I would do even more if it were in my power to. So back to the reason you are here, Maria, the last five days have been the best days of my life in the past two years. Emma Addams the CEO of the company is an excellent person, she made sure I did not lack anything.” I paused trying to catch my breath.

Maria said with a disgusting face. "I never thought my little brother got taste for poor things, he even leave that sexy Elena for her..mom, do you have a photo of her because Damien really do a great job hiding her from the net." Theo said as he tisk his tongue. "Yea. I think I have it here." Maria brought her phone, she open her gallery and brought out Arrya photo Amaya took at the Manson gala as she gave it to Theo. “Wow. mom, she's beautiful, even if I'm Damien I will be licking her feet. look at the blue eyes, sexy lips.."Theo said chuckling as he scroll and he saw Arrya photo Amaya took at MJ wedding.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

"Wait... why are you editing photos of us from last night? Where did you even get that picture?" "I grabbed it from the media drive, obviously!" Maya snorted, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "And I have to post it ASAP. The engagement rate is dropping because I haven't updated in twelve hours." "Updated what, exactly?" I asked. "Our ship page!" Maya beamed proudly, tapping her profile to reveal a massive digital dashboard. "Emma, I am literally the head administrator for EmeraldCarters_Official. We just hit five hundred thousand followers this morning! I run your biggest fan page on campus and online!"

Because Marcus Blake was looking at her like a man who was about to say something that would change everything. And he hadn't opened his mouth yet. The Journalist: The name sat on Emma's screen like a warning. *Dana Marsh. Culture & Relationships Correspondent.* Emma had searched for twenty minutes, telling herself she was being paranoid, that Lily's cousin was probably some casual blogger with forty followers and strong opinions about brunch spots. She wasn't. Sixty thousand followers. Verified. A pinned article at the top of Dana's profile, published three months ago, its headline sitting bold and ugly on the screen:

Bella walked in, forcing a small smile. “I think we need to settle things,” she said carefully. “Feels like there’s hidden anger between us.” Mariam laughed—loud and unapologetic. “My dear, unless your conscience is judging you, I don’t have any anger. If you annoy me, I’ll tell you immediately.” Bella swallowed. “Alright… I have heard you. So—how was your vacation? Where did you go?” Mariam leaned back, enjoying the moment. “Seychelles.”

Maria was standing near the dessert table, her face a mask of disbelief as she stared at someone I hadn’t seen in months. My stomach dropped. Oh, no. And just like that, the party took an entirely unexpected turn. I barely had a moment to breathe before I saw her. Emelia stood at the edge of the backyard, dressed in a chic white jumpsuit, looking every bit as poised and polished as ever. Her perfectly styled auburn dyed hair gleamed under the string lights, and she had that familiar smirk – the one that always made my skin crawl. What the hell was she doing here?

I kept staring at the message, the beating in my chest getting louder. “Emma urgently left during office hours. I think she’s on your way to see you. Be careful.” the text read and it was from Amara, my so-called friend? My gaze searched across the field until my gaze landed on where she sat, tossing, clicking her glass against those she sat with.

“Wow. Using me for my money?” “Obviously,” I said dryly. “You’d do the same.” I was still chewing the last bite of pancake when Amara leaned across the table, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Adrien,” she said solemnly, like she was about to propose a serious mission. “Are you open mindeu?” I froze, fork halfway to my mouth. “What?” She grinned wider. “Put your number in my iPhone 16 Pro Maxeu… so we can get married.”