Emma Watson X Novels & Stories

Watson closed the file slowly, his movements precise despite the storm building beneath his composure. “You’re lying,” he said. Sean didn’t react. Not defensively. Not aggressively. Just calm. “Then prove it,” he replied. The challenge hung in the air. Heavy. Unavoidable. Watson stood abruptly, the chair scraping lightly against the floor. For a brief moment, something almost human flickered through his expression, no doubt, not yet, but something dangerously close to it. Then it was gone. Replaced by command. He turned and walked to the door.

“Yes, boss?” “What’s going on with Xavier? I just received a call from him, and he seemed… agitated. Do you know anything about it?” “Not much, but he’s been on edge ever since he left that woman’s apartment.” “What woman?” “The one who teaches Hazel at her school. She’s a teacher. Olivia Watson.” “What’s Xavier’s involvement with her?” “They might be hooking up. But I can’t be certain.” “Then be certain and call me when you have something more to tell me.” I slam the phone back onto the table, leaning back in my chair and rubbing my temples.

Exelle "You..." I stare at him, shocked and nervous that he might actually discover that I am his ex-wife, Xiellenna, at this very moment. But, of course, I won't let myself be caught. Not like this. Not this easily. I won't. "You must be kidding me, right?" I whisper, mustering the strength that I had lost a while ago. Damn it, Exelle! Don't let yourself get caught so easily! Think of ways to escape this situation, damn it! Of course, I have to, or all of my hardships to come this far would be in vain and meaningless.

"With Mr. Watson? Why?" "He needs to talk to you about his daughter." "Daughter?" Lian asked, raising her brow. "Lyra Suarez, the woman who you kept on calling a gold digger, is the daughter of Elvis Watson." "What?" "Now, get over here before he changes his mind on talking!"

Liam butts in, Wait Liam. "Why don't we switch places then." I smile sweetly at Liam. "Nah, I think I like it here." Liam reply. Why am I the only one not liking this. The footsteps go on for sometimes then stopped. "Do you think she's gone." I whisper. "I think so." Liam says in a low voice "Let's check." I suggest. "No, she might still be there." Xavier snorts in refusal. "I can hear you guys you know." Someone says from outside the closet. Emma.

Of everyone, Emiliano was fighting anger as he gulped down a few shots of tequila, "Trust me, man, that woman was a pure witch, she turned the tables just like that"Watson said as he focused on massaging the very arm Sia almost yanked out with her wild hand "Still you failed, I mean a woman hurt your arm, you should be ashamed," Angelo said shaking his head at Watson, he wasn't there but from what Watson had said there was so much drama such that not even Emiliano could do anything

“Exactly, I’m just being honest! I need to call my wife over to…” He trailed off mid-sentence, turning back to Layla with a curious look. “And may I ask your name, Miss?” Layla gave a slight nod. “Mr. Watson, you’re too kind. My last name is Xander.” Mr. Watson looked surprised. “How did you know my name?” Layla smiled faintly. “Your reputation precedes you.” After all, Mr. Watson practically owned half the real estate empire in the south. She wasn’t about to admit how, back in the day, she had tried every means to contact him for a collaboration, only to be rejected each time.

Nothing like what she imagined ever. Emma's heart swelled. She wanted an end to this insult. To cut any attachment, she had with this monster of a man. She wanted her freedom. “I, Emma Watson, your mate….” The rest of her words got hooked. She couldn't get them out. Emma desperately wanted to reject his proud ass. She wanted to get him away.

" Allan said while looking at Eve who looked surprised. Again everyone was shocked, it was like they hit the jackpot because this news came straight from the mouth of Allan Watson, one of the Billionaires in this country! The owner of the Watson Family which dominates almost the entire economy in this country. "So, Miss Jessica, what are you waiting for? Get down on your knees and apologize to my future fiancé! Or do you want me to drag you to the police station? For committing an act of torture and defamation against a potential fiancé of the Watson family?" Allan said with a cruel look towards Jessica. "What do you mean?" A shocked Jessica looked at Allan with fear. *****

Shards scatter across my body. Before I can react, Watson throws his long overcoat over me, shielding my face and my stomach. Hands immediately reach through the broken window. Someone forces the door open and grabs my wrist. “Get out, bitch.” They yank me forward... And suddenly I’m held back. Strong arms around me. A familiar scent of perfume hits my nose. “What are you doing?” Watson shouts. “She’s pregnant. Pregnant with Adrian Hale’s child, your hero’s child. Do you want to kill his unborn baby?”