Emma Sano Novels & Stories

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She know that Serene has a problem too. “It is about the guy I met in the party. I already know who he was.” She tightened her gripped in the glass of beer. Her vision was starting to get blurry. “That man.. He was my boss. He was Darrem Roma.” Bailey just watched Serene silently. She doesn't even know what to respond. “The ticket I used that day was from Sydney. He probably thinks I'm Sydney. But I think that's better. It will be more complicated if he finds out that it was me.”

Ejima blinked and the pool of tears fell, “What have I done wrong, who did I offend? Why are the gods treating me with so much hatred? Why? Haven’t I been a faithful wife? Answer me. Where have my hands gone wrong? Why have the windows of blessing shut their face from me? Why has the rain refuse to water my crop? Or am I a living dead? Why can’t I feel my breath?” “Emm, I don’t have an answer for you,” Adaku said “but this is what I must tell you. You are a miracle. You survived four miscarriages and on every occasion, you gave birth, not to one child, but two?” “My God,” Ejima covered her mouth. Nobody has ever told her that before. Well, maybe because she never asked. “Yes,” Adaku continue

There were cries of outrage, glasses crashing and De Marco surged forward, but a wall of Sanchiano guards moved in instantly, cutting him off. Donatello stumbled back two steps, sweat slicking his brow. Talana smiled coldly, lifting her chin. "I am Talana Sanchiano," she said, her voice cutting through the din like a blade. "Dona of the Sanchiano empire. And this..."—she reached for Massimo’s hand, twining their fingers together—"this is the man who will stand beside me as my equal. Massimo Morelli." A second wave of gasps. Massimo squeezed her hand once, silent, unshakable.

Sam had been searching for Abyan for a year until he met Emma at an event at the Russian Embassy in Jakarta. "Emma? What are you doing here?" Sam asked, looking around, hoping for a miracle to happen. "I was just looking at the exhibition. How are you, sir?" said Emma after a moment's silence. "You're alone?" asked Sam again. "He eh. Previously Baina wanted to come, but the name of the painting exhibition she was never interested in," Emma replied. "Baina? Your friend who ...." "Right. Baina was once an HSP model. Oh, yeah, how's the handsome man? Is he back to health? I'm sorry because my mistakes have made him suffer," Emma replied quietly.

After everything that had happened, trust came difficult. "Pardon my rudeness," he said, straightening. "Marcus Elias, Beta and second in command of the Sterling Creek Pack, at your service. We hope you can help us." He bowed again, and Emma caught the flash of pain that crossed his features as he moved—a tightening around the eyes, a momentary clenching of his jaw. Emma nodded politely in return. "Emma Adams, Neurosurgeon and Healer," she said, deliberately omitting any mention of her research. "I am also at your service." Despite herself, she found she already liked Marcus, with his odd mixture of formality and sincerity.

That foolish man deserved his demise if he couldn't even eliminate a mere girl. Emma eventually arrived at the hospital, joining Leonardo's mother, Anna, and Sofia. She put on a show of grief, feigning sympathy and offering consolation to the grieving family. Both Leonardo's mother and Sofia were in tears, and Emma had to put on a facade of comforting someone she despised the most. Carlo's behavior seemed different, as he sought to console Sofia with a concerned gaze. Emma disapproved of his actions and knew she had to resume her manipulations to brainwash him once again.