Emma Murdered By Riley Novels & Stories

“Whoa… okay. This is sudden. Did something happen? You never wanted me getting too close to her before.” “Things have changed,” I said coldly. “She crossed a line today that can’t be uncrossed. Rafe is dead, Emma. She had him murdered in our safe house. I need eyes on her constantly. Are you in or not?” There was a brief silence, then Emma exhaled sharply. “Rafe? Oh my God… I’m so sorry, Ava. I’m in. I’ll start right away. You’ll have your first report by 7 tomorrow. Just… be careful, Ava.I think she has really lost it.”

"Emma, it was all because of this bitch. If not for her, we never would have ended up like this." As he spoke, he seized Olivia by the hair and smashed her head against the floor. Over and over, her forehead met the unforgiving ground with a sickening thud. A crimson gash split open across her delicate face. Perhaps Olivia finally realized Ryan would never let her go. She dropped the act and screamed, "Ryan, you bastard! You are no better than I am. My plan would never have worked so fast without you. "You are only doing this because you want to wash your hands clean. Let me tell you something. You can't. You're the one who killed her mother. You're the real murderer."

I opened my mouth to call out to her, but the words got stuck in my throat. Three years ago, Emily was driving back from out of town to celebrate my birthday when she got into an accident on the highway. By the time I got to the scene, it was completely swarmed with emergency vehicles. All they told me was that Emily was dead—her body too mangled to recognize. Her friend, a forensic pathologist, took me to the autopsy. My mother made me cremate her with my own hands. For a while after that, I wanted to kill myself just to be with her again. My mother kept trying to talk me down.

If it was true that they were looking for Riley, that meant they wouldn’t stop at shooting Matt, they would go through every person that knew Riley until they got to her, and when they did, I could only hope that the three of us were enough to protect her. We had left Riley with Matt in the livingroom, and had gone up to the office, well, at least Taylor and I did, Elijah insisted on staying behind just so he could keep an eye on Matt. Up until now,, Matt had never been here, we had met in an office once or twice before when he had been partnered with us. It had truly never been an issue, he was a smart person, a useful companion to have in the group, and it had somehow worked out when we f

Emma's ears reverberated, the words resounding in her psyche like a dissonant melody. Murder. Sheryl Jones and Damien. Could Nina truly be culpable for such monstrous deeds? It felt like a nightmare, but the presence of the law enforcement officers and her own brush with death, combined with Nina's desperate pleads, anchored Emma in a grim reality. "I believe you have made an error in judgement," Emma spoke, her voice quivering slightly as she attempted to appeal to the stern police officer. "Yes, she attacked me, but Damien is her husband. I refuse to believe she would attempt to take his life."

He answered. "Did you... did he... Is Denver okay?" I finally asked. "I heard a loud sound. What..." "A gunshot." He replied casually. "He will survive. Good night Amber. I'll see you soon. Take care of that asshole for me." He added, pointing to Emmett who was having what seemed like a deep conversation with Wynne. "I'll try," I replied. "I'd appreciate that." He flashed a smile and shut the car. I watched him carry Rachel over to the Ford behind. Then he drove off. A few seconds later, Emmett joined me at the back of the car.

“The man looked familiar, but it was dark, and I couldn't see him clearly. He shot the bartender at once, and came at me, but… there was a noise in the back room so he… he…” She trails off, her eyes blown wide. “I think he killed someone else, but I don't know. I passed out then. It's been a crazy weekend, but even with my brand of bad luck, this is too much.” My breath catches and I clear my throat. I can't believe this is even happening. It sounds like a made up story, but I saw the bartenders body, and Riley is lying here with a bandage around her head. The ache in my chest spreads as I let out a shaky breath, and take her hands in mine.

LIAM'S POV I never imagined Emily to be this wild in the dress. We walked side by side, not saying much until we got to the car. I opened the door and let her follow Xavier. The silence was awkward but I didn't know what to say right now since Xavier is here. But then, my phone rings with an incoming call from Rylan but I couldn't take it now that Emily and Xavier are here. I already sent a recording of when Emily had an accident five years ago. There was actually a conversation between Emily and her murder but Thierry couldn't do much.

I widely open my eyes as Liam steps back looking at me then to his left. My eyes widen when I see two cops and Emelia standing by with her hands in the pockets of her trousers. She’s in a white button down shirt and black slacks with a beige coat “What the hell is happening? Emelia. watt the hell did you tell them?” I asked her and she chuckled walking over to where I am. “I didn’t tell them anything sis. Your boyfriend did” She replied looking at the officer. “Ms Eleanor Ramirez? You are under arrest for the attempted murder of Mrs Camila Ramirez, and….”

Amelia replied calmly to Lilly, unlike the harsh tone she used to berate me just now. She committed suicide. I met with the parents and we agreed that she would be pronounced murdered. At that instant, I recalled Abigail's words. "What about Lilly's shame?" I questioned, standing up on my feet as I faced a confused Amelia and an irritated Lilly. "What are you spouting now? Mother, let's go before the baby in my stomach gets upse—" "Did Emmette really murder Sarah, or did Sarah commit suicide and were you and Benjamin too ashamed to announce it, so you framed Emmette Nash as a murderer?" I said as Lilly's face turned white, while Amelia's face was contorted with confusion.