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I could see why the story would be fascinating to Emily and it was for the very reasons my mother had pointed out but I said nothing, watching Emily sweat. “Wait, are you saying you knew who I was the day we met at the bar?” Rob asked, disbelief in his voice. Emily nodded. “You were Chicago's most eligible bachelor for years Mr. Stone…it's hard not to know you”. I was glad for this distraction but I knew it wouldn't last long. Emily went on with her story narrating how she had followed the case and had been disappointed when it was ruled as a suicide. “But it was a suicide!” I cut in vehemently.

"Not a chance, Ivy. We're almost there." The car halted before a breathtaking vista. Ivy's jaw dropped as she stepped out. ........................................... Emily pours herself a glass of Whiskey, her mind foggy. She was dealing with a very complicated case and it was draining the life out of her. She gulps down the whiskey, burying her head back in the documents she had been reading for hours now. A knock on the door interrupted her concentration and the door suddenly swung open before she could say anything. Wilson walked in with her secretary right behind him.

“As I was telling you on the phone, Mr Stone, Emily is exclusive. I have a long list of girls who are available, and I’m sure any one of them could satisfy your needs” If this woman thinks she can intimidate me, she’s mistaken. I’ve dealt with a lot worse than her, my father being one of them. I sit forward in my seat before speaking as calmly as I can. “And just as I had told you on the phone, Ms Mcdwell, I’m not interested in any of your other girls” I say slightly getting irritated. “May I enquire why you have such an interest in Emily?” She picks up the three-page questionnaire I was made to fill out before she’d see me and started flipping through it.

Emily gave my hand one last squeeze before rising to answer it. While she was gone, I continued organizing my meager belongings. My hand froze when I came across the mate bond severance certificate, the official Pack Council seal gleaming under the apartment's fluorescent lighting. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest. I quickly tucked it into a hidden pocket in my bag when I heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, I was startled to see not only Emily returning, but Marcus Cross following behind her. "Look who came to visit," Emily announced, her tone carefully neutral.

She didn’t mind filling it. “You come here when you want to be alone,” she said, angling her body toward me. “I’m guessing this is where you and my sister met?” My jaw twitched. “Seems you know a lot about me.” She leaned on the counter, neckline dipping deliberately. “At least more than Hilary, right?” I didn’t answer. I poured myself another glass of whiskey. I wasn’t drunk, but I wanted to be. Emily moved closer, like a shadow sliding into place. Her fingers grazed my arm. Her nails were sharp, cold. She was trying to be seductive, but it just felt desperate.

Please forgive me’ She thought while drinking the hangover drink. ……….. At Hale Mansion: Emily got off the taxi and moved towards the front door. It was around 9 in the evening. As Brian already informed his people about Emily’s arrival, nobody stopped her. She stood in front of the main door, her heart was thudding against her chest, her hands and legs were shaking. She had trouble in breathing. Her eyes became teary but she didn’t let her tears fall. She took a deep breath before she knocked on the main door with trembling hands.

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.

Unlike the inebriated woman who had confronted him earlier in the night at a nearby bar and kissed him, she was not in the same place as him. Until Emily's hand was eventually removed from her palm, the entire unit was filled with a deafening cacophony of screaming. Jonathan lets out a desperation-filled scream that pierces the air. "Heads! That it was going to happen was a sneaky suspicion in my mind." Emily attempted to grab a knife despite the fact that she had been warned not to do so. No one said anything as she walked by unnoticed in the unit. Then, when Emily returned, Jonathan was on the verge of going with his spirit still imprisoned within his body when he became aware of what Emil

She tries to connect with him via mind link but she can't get to him. She then fishes out her phone to call him but before she can dial his number, she lies back on the bed and her head is hit by something and she immediately sits up. The bed is unmade therefore Emily pulls the blanket off the place she has felt the object and she's surprised to find that it's Elvis' phone. With shaking hands, she picks it up and before she can unlock it to see if it's on, her attention is caught by a piece of paper lying on the bed just below where she has picked the phone from. Without wasting time, she grabs the piece of paper and unfolds it and with trembling hands and body, she reads the contents of the

The lock didn't stick against the wall. Biting her lower lip in excitement, Emily pushed open the door and went inside the bedroom. She didn't have to look everywhere. The file was lying on the table at the entrance of the king sized bedroom. Emily grabbed the file and went toward the door. She unlocked the door from inside then reset the lock. She stepped out of the room and slammed the door shut, just so the door would be locked and she wouldn't be held accountable for conspiring against Charlotte.