Novel & Cerita Hooked By Emily Mcintire

At that moment, Stephan finally got another idea of how to solve the problem. He walked past her, intending to leave her on the floor. When he got to the door, he cursed, came back to pick her from the floor. Then he laid beside her. … Florence stood by the window in her apartment. She couldn't help but clench her fist as she replayed the scene at Carlson's residence. “Baby, meet Florence, she's just a pass-by in my life.” A pass by? Of all names, he could use to introduce her as he chose a mere pass by?

“Why do you need to know? Would you try to kill him again if it turns out that you failed?” A shadow of frustration crossed Emily’s face, her voice tinged with annoyance. “Just tell me!” she snapped, her patience reaching its limits. Before Detective Garcia could respond, another detective entered the room and called for Detective Garcia to step outside for a moment. With a wary glance at Emily, Detective Garcia excused himself, leaving her alone in the interrogation room. Emily’s heart raced, her mind filled with uncertainty and anticipation. She needed to know about Ryan Marchetti’s condition. His fate was the key to her twisted sense of satisfaction and the final puzzle piece.

“Callie isn’t dead! You’re just trying to…” “I’m not lying,” Emily cut me off, her gaze locked on mine. “I paid a group of men to handle her. I met them in a bar. I didn’t know their names, only where they hung out. They agreed for cash. I told them to meet me at Harper Valley.” My stomach twisted into knots. “Why, Emily? Why would you do this?” She wiped her tears, her hands trembling. “Because I couldn’t stand watching her with you! She didn’t deserve you.”

She couldn't let that happen to Emily, not when she was so sick. Shaking the memories from her head, Chloe lifted the rifle quickly. Emily was on the ground now, her wrists bound together already. She was trying to scream but one of the men had stuffed a rag into her mouth so the sound was muffled and drowned out by the men laughing and goading. Chloe's hands were trembling and her heart racing as she aimed the barrel at the man trying to tie Emily's legs and squeezed the trigger.

She took advantage of sitting on my lap and started grinding, while some danced, trying to extract money from the guests. "Let's have some fun tonight, darling!" she whispered, biting my earlobe. I allowed her to sit openly on my lap, and I roamed my hands between ample breasts, sliding them down to her buttocks with extreme desire. I planned to possess her that night, if that damn phone hadn't rung, abruptly interrupting my plans to have sex all night. "Hello? Who's speaking?" I asked impatiently, irritated by this person interrupting my enjoyment. "Sir, Miss Emily is not well!" Emma said from the other end of the line.

Zahir opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Emily’s voice cut through the tension from the doorway. “What?” Her voice wavered with a mixture of shock and hurt. She stared at Zahir, her expression twisting as realisation dawned on her. “Is that true?” "Emily, listen—” Zahir looked back at her, his face going pale. “Answer me!” She interrupted, her voice shaking with anger. “Did you actually hook up with two girls after the party last week?” “Emily, I… Look, it’s not how you think—”

Not tied, not gagged. “She’s under sedation,” Kevin explained, his voice almost gentle. “Just enough to keep her comfortable. She thinks she’s waiting for your call to come back. No need for heroics, Isabella.” Relief, sharp and overwhelming, crashed through her. She was alive. Unharmed. Her pulse quickened, but she kept her face a mask of calm. “Good,” she managed, the word a little hoarse. “Now for your end.” She reached up, unclasped the replica necklace, and held it out. The emerald glinted, catching the scant light. It was perfect. A dead ringer.

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“Wait here, please. I’ll call the doctor.” Cal looked like he might break the desk in half if she made him wait one more second. I placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let her do her job.” But he wasn't even listening to me, his hands clenched, I knew he was managing to stand upright. I felt a small hand circle my lower abdomen, someone hugged me from behind, I relaxed, it was only one person that felt like this. “Are you okay?” I asked Emily. Her hair was all over her face, a mixture of dirt and dust. Her clothes were stained with blood. “What happened?”

“You didn’t think I put those handcuffs on you, did you?” She walked towards the door and opened it, and two large men in dark suits stepped in. Emily stood behind them with a twisted smile, and she said in a sweet voice, “Honey, these are Detectives Lawson and Bradley. They said they would like to have a word with you about the accident. I hope you don’t mind.”