Getting Real Emma Chase Novels & Stories

Personal details about him were scarce, with most results coming from official announcements that were vague and unhelpful. Still, one connected name popped up: Emma Xander. Clicking on her profile, the first photo that appeared made Chase’s eyes widen. She looked so much like Mommy! After a moment of shock, he continued scrolling through the page, reading the details. He soon came across rumors linking her to Justin. The media was claiming she was Justin’s girlfriend.

I just kept praying that she would turn around, and tell me this was all a prank. The moment she opened the door, I called her name. She spun around, kind of hesitated before looking at me. I swallowed the morsel in my throat, and kept my hands into my pocket. "I affirm that this journey has ended, so yes, the Chase is over." She nodded, and said nothing. She just turned around, and left.

I did not want to have any issues with Mathais, so I excused us and went to greet others. "I do not think it was wise bringing me here, Luca. They all seem to know we have a contract. I guess your mother told them," Emma said, picking up on the gossip around us. I was mad, so I did the only thing I knew how. I took her to the dance floor. I held her to my chest and moved to the music. I was at peace, and the world around us faded. It was just her and me. I was mad at what my mother did, so I lifted Emma's face to look at me while we danced. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her gentle nature helped too. I prayed to the goddess that I would be able to survive the year without falling for her.

"Fuck, this is going to cut me off! Gosh, I haven't even had a baby yet!" I quickly reached for my phone and called Yasmin. This is the brother of Trevor's friend; my cousin is cheating on this girl, but their story is interrupted because Ceira, who is said to be his first love, has returned. I vote for Yasmin because she is modest, unlike Ceira, who is wild. "Yasmin, listen. Trevor..." I couldn't finish what I was going to say when the door of my pad suddenly opened, and it was Trevor who spat out.

“Renata. Emma. Everyone involved in this crime must be destroyed. I won’t let them roam free any longer.” Our eyes met, and I felt the same fire burning in my veins. “We’re hunting them.” Christopher scoffed, his face hardening further. “That’s not fast enough.” I understood his fury. I felt it too. But nothing was more urgent than Katniss right now. “I want them captured. Now.” Ethan finally spoke, his voice low and measured. “We’ve already caught Emma. She tried to flee the country with a fake identity. But we got to her first.”

I began to say, but before I could finish, she wrapped her arms around me tightly, knocking the breath out of my lungs as she held me close. “I thought you were gone! How, when, why?" she exclaimed, her breath hitching as she clutched me tightly, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm sorry, but I'm not Eve. My name is Chrissa, and I'm from Russia," I replied, trying to reassure her. She released her grip, wiping away the tears that had gathered in her eyes, letting out a soft, awkward laugh. "Wait... what?" she said, her gaze scanning my face, and suddenly she gasped again.

She had thought their fake engagement was harmless, but now she realized she was in over her head. Emma's breathing slowed. Anger grew inside her, making her braver. She clenched the envelope and straightened her shoulders. Then, she marched upstairs to Ryan's room. Each step echoed, driven by the haunting images in her mind. She threw open the door to find Ryan sitting on the edge of his bed, lost in work. Ryan's eyebrows shot up, startled, as Emma appeared. "Emma?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion. He sensed her anger, but his expression revealed no clue that he knew why.

He contemplates on what to do for a while, and after contemplating between lazing around or just getting started with the work that he has abandoned for two weeks, he decides to just slack off because he knows that Emma is so good at her job, and she must have redirected all the important emails that he needs to attend to, to Alistair, so he decides to watch a movie instead. About 20 minutes later, Emma enters Caleb's in-house office, a sleek and modern space with a stunning view of the surrounding landscape. She's carrying a small, exquisite box adorned with the logo of a high-end jeweler, and a bright smile spreads across her face as she approaches Caleb's desk. "Good morning, Sir! Congrat

Her last name, why couldn’t I remember her last name? I shut my eyes for half a second, exhaling through clenched teeth. Then it came back, bitter on my tongue. “Phillips. Vanessa Phillips.” My grip tightened around the phone. “I want her life stripped bare. every secret, every connection, everything she’s touched in the past ten years. And I want it fast.” There was a beat of silence before Liam responded. “Understood.” Good. Because this time, Vanessa wouldn’t walk away unscathed. A beat of silence. Then Liam cleared his throat. “Consider it done. I’ll send over a report within forty-eight hours.”

her daughter said, "do it for my sake. I think it will help. I want to help." That seemed to get through. Rachael got up quickly and put her webcam up on the dresser while her mother wasn't looking. She was glad she had her purse with her. Emma rolled her eyes but quickly got up and slipped off her blouse and her jean shorts. She was wearing a pair of black panties and a black push-up bra. Her skin was tanned and her stomach was flat. Her legs were completely smooth and she didn't look nearly as old as she was. She looked like she could be in college. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. For a second she tried to resist, but she had to smile. Her daughter was right. "I told y