Novelas y relatos de Emma Myers Enid Sinclair

Isaiah said. “Are you okay with the possibility that it could be Sinclair?” I asked. “Yeah. She is the nerdy type. She seems to have family drama too. Have you noticed that Dad and you both were mated to women with family drama?” “Adrian had family drama to deal with too when I came to Amber.” I said. “Yeah, so there seems to be family drama with Sinclair, which means there is something I probably going to have to step in and fix later.” He said.

"See for yourself." He handed me his phone, where a photo of us from last night dominated the screen. It wasn't Emma's tantrum they'd captured, but the moment after, Hunter with his arm around me, my head held high, both of us turning away from her. The headline read: SINCLAIRS STAND UNITED AGAINST DRAMA. I scrolled through the article, relief washing through me as I read. "'Grace Sinclair, poised and unflappable as former model Emma Mackay attempted to create a scene,'" I read aloud. "'Sources close to the couple say Ms. Mackay's behavior was inappropriate and unwelcome.'"

Leo looked conflicted, but the elevator dinged before he could argue. The doors slid open. He looked back at Evelyn. Then bowed slightly. “Thank you, boss lady.” Evelyn gave him a small nod. The doors closed. The elevator continued rising. For a moment, silence filled the space. The numbers above the door climbed higher. Then Amelia stepped forward until she stood directly in front of Evelyn. Her arms crossed lightly as she tilted her head. “So,” she said pleasantly, “you’re the new daughter-in-law of the Sinclair family.” Evelyn said nothing, keeping her eyes forward.

“Forget it, Cynthia. Ms. Myers is so haughty because she has Mr. Gerald behind her. We can’t compete with her. I’ll just consider myself unlucky.” North blinked. Why was Emery suddenly putting on this show? Cynthia bit her lip. “No, that won’t do. Ms. Myers is in the wrong here. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she apologizes to you.” After she said this, she inhaled deeply and looked at a spot not far away. “Gerry, I don’t want to make things difficult for Ms. Myers, but she’s gone too far. Can you come and talk to her? Could she please apologize to Emery for my sake…?”

I gave him a hint, but not because I wanted him to understand that it was not a bit deal; rather, I did it to let him know that I understood what he was talking about and how I might have entered the situation. After thanking me, Adam let me have my drink and some cake bread that the waiter had brought. A strange girl then approached our table. I felt compelled to ask Adam some questions because she was so stylish. "Who is she?" I asked, and he answered. "That is Mr. Kingsley's daughter, Emma." Emma took her chair, moved it to Adams' chair, and their hands touched in front of my actual eyes. Did she just touch Adam's hand, or was I dreaming?

Carter whispered gently before we finally reached his siblings' table. "Hello, Eve!" Emery chirped and I was surprised when she stood up and offered me her hand. "I'm Emery," she said with her very soft and feminine voice. But although she is kind of cute in terms of appearance, her blank amber eyes told me how lethal she could be if she wants to.

It was a stark contrast to the worry that had etched itself into her features recently. The observer’s attention shifted to Kamsy. His protective nature was evident in the way he stayed close to Emily, his eyes constantly scanning their surroundings. The observer recognized this behavior; it was the mark of someone who had seen too much, someone who had learned to be cautious. Amy, with her vibrant personality and infectious energy, provided a perfect cover for the tension simmering just beneath the surface.

Mathius whines. “Don’t throw your sister over your shoulder if you don’t want her to retaliate.” Jack comments. She molds herself against me as she sticks her tongue out at him. I watch his glare fade as he stares at something behind me. I look over my shoulder to see Emery walking in. She is staying close to Riley and Janessya. She met us here. Kyllyan walks in from the kitchen smiling at us. I watch Jack follow Mathius’s line of sight, and a huge smile pops up. I know Mathius, and Emery fits the type of girl he likes to a t. Emery smiles at him and then looks down. She is still shy, and I think she still has a bit of PTSD from what her father did to her.

she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Emery and Jayden shook their heads, still staring at Cynthia in confusion. Emery's eyes widened in a flash, and she suddenly recognized Cynthia. "This is not real! I know who you are, Cynthia Hanson!" she exclaimed. "I remember you! You used to come to our house with loads of files for my dad-what a world."

“But you’re gonna want to see this.” I followed her to the outdoor screen set up for presentations. She tapped the screen once, and an email popped open. The subject line read: Feature Confirmed: Emma Davis, Architect of Sinclair Rising. My breath caught. A full feature. Photos. Quotes. A nationwide release. I didn’t feel scared. I felt seen. --- Back inside the penthouse, Camille Sinclair herself was waiting. She sat by the window, looking regal in dark velvet, sipping something amber from a crystal tumbler. Her silver streaked hair was pinned in a knot, her posture perfect.