Emmaline Shatter Me 소설 & 이야기

Emma stared up at the shattered facade from behind the police tape, her coat wrapped tightly around her, hair pulled back, heels replaced with boots. She hadn't slept... not really, as the images wouldn’t leave her. Not the flames, not the screaming, not the chandelier crashing down like a fallen crown, and definitely not Evangeline - standing like something ancient in the center of the chaos, singing a note that shattered reality. “She’s not dead,” Emma whispered to herself for the third time that morning. “She never was.” Her breath steamed in the air because someone was watching her. She turned quickly and found herself face-to-face with her second boss, Elias Vaughn.

"So instead you let me fall apart." She looked up, her face wet and broken. "I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to make it right. But I'm asking you, please, don't destroy my life over this. Don't take it to the police or the media or wherever you're planning to take it." "Why shouldn't I?" "Because I have kids, Evelyn. I have two little girls who don't deserve to have their mother's name dragged through the mud. And Samuel... if this gets out, his business will collapse. We'll lose everything."

I didn’t move. My phone was still in my hand, Damien’s hand was still wrapped around mine in the dark, and the connection between us felt alive in the silence. None of that changed what I’d just read from Wren. The investor’s name is Cassian. I read the words again. And then again. They didn’t become less catastrophic no matter how many times I looked.

Someone who wasn't Zina. I ran my thumb over the photograph, tracing the outline of their faces. My chest tightened, a sharp ache blooming as the memories surged forward. "You don't deserve this," I muttered under my breath, my voice trembling with restrained fury. "Not after what you did. Not after what you took from me."

She cried for the dreams that had been shattered, for the illusions that had been torn away, leaving her with nothing but a hollow emptiness. When the tears finally subsided, Elara was left with a heavy sense of resignation. She had to face the truth—Cassia was right. She would never truly be part of the family, no matter how hard she tried. She would always be an outsider, someone who didn’t quite fit.

It didn’t subdue the fire in me. I was beyond angry as I hurled the glass against the wall. It shattered in an instant, pieces splintering in all directions, shining in the low lights like tiny knives. I ran a hand down my face, exhaling heavily. I shouldn’t have let her push me this far. I shouldn’t have let her get to me like that.

*To the woman I ruined but never ceased to love. Killian Blackwood leaned against the balcony railing of his penthouse, city lights shimmering in golden haze behind him. None of that beauty crossed his eyes. They were grave with desperation, churning with the fear that he was too late — again. Isla Carter's voice still resonated in his mind, low and trembling, at the back. *"I don't trust easy, Killian. And when you broke that. it wasn't just my heart you crushed. It was me."*

Inside was a silver necklace with a sapphire pendant, nestled on soft black velvet, catching the light with a haunting blue shimmer. Before I could even react, my phone buzzed with a notification, and the top trending headline lit up the screen. "Rising Actress Stella's Boyfriend Caught Cheating." "Is Stella the Other Woman? Who's the Real Girlfriend?" Attached were photos after photos—all of me and Charles… in the dressing room.

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.