Make It Or Break It Emily And Novels & Stories

EMILY'S POV I sit on the couch with one leg curled beneath me. Bridget, Helen, and I are on a video call. "Emily, I’m telling you, this whole situation is insane. Carlos came to visit you yesterday? Why?" Bridget asks. I sigh, rubbing my forehead. "Bridget, I don’t know, okay? I don’t have the energy to think about it right now." "You should, Em. Because if you don’t, I will. I swear, if I ever see that bastard—"

Like two broken people finally allowing themselves to rest. Then, eventually, Emily’s voice broke the quiet.

Emily should have felt schadenfreude towards Murray's injury but couldn't bring herself to laugh, sensing an ominous premonition. She licked her lips nervously, "How did it break?" Ronald's eyes lit up, "You did it! Do you really not remember, or are you just playing dumb to avoid his revenge?" Emily felt dizzy, almost falling off the sofa. Did she break his thumb? She clenched her fists, speaking with difficulty, "How did I break it?" "He said he saw you drunk and alone, worried about your safety, and tried to get you in the car. You misunderstood and accidentally broke his hand."

“If I listen, I’ll break, and I can’t break again.” Her lip trembled, her eyes glassy as she tried to hold steady for me. She looked like she was the one about to fall apart, like my pain was spilling into her, and she turned away for a second, wiping at her eyes quickly, trying to hide it. That was Emily,strong when I couldn’t be, soft when I didn’t deserve it. She whispered, “I just don’t want to see you push away something good if it really is good.” “If it was…it shouldn't hurt this much and it sure as hell shouldn't lie!”

“I’ll give him what he thinks he can’t have. Make him fall in love with me, then break his heart ten times worse than he did mine.” “I will give him what he thinks he can’t have so he will get bored and leave me alone forever,” Emily declares, her eyes flashing with determination. “You want to take Santiago back so he’ll get tired of chasing you? You believe he’s only pursuing you because he can’t have you?” I don’t know why, but I don’t believe that is the case, I do not think Emily should either. “Yes, I am going to make him fall in love with me and then break his heart ten times worse than he did to mine,” Emily declares, her eyes flashing with determination.

Was Emily out to test my self-control? ****

“Not a day goes by that I don’t replay every single moment of it. But I’m not going to let it control me. I’ve worked too hard to rebuild our name—my name. And you don’t get to ruin it with scenes like this.” Emily’s eyes narrow, and her voice rises. “If you haven’t forgotten, then why are you entertaining this insanity? You’re parading her around like she’s the love of your life, giving them the chance to enjoy what you’ve rebuilt. You should be tearing them apart piece by piece, not helping them rise again!”

They pulled away from eachother. Emily didn’t even flinch a single bit. She brushed her hair back with a lazy smirk, sweat were shining on her skin. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this,” she said, voice filled with mock pity. “But maybe it’s better you did. Saves me the trouble of lying.” “This,” she said coldly, “is me finally enjoying myself. You really thought I’d waste my life on a broke nobody like you?”

“Tell me, Emily. Was it you? Were you part of it?” The rain began again outside, tapping against the broken windows like impatient fingers. Emily’s shoulders trembled, her composure breaking for the briefest second before she caught herself. “You think you’re clever,” she said softly, her voice shaking despite her attempt at control. “But you don’t know how deep this goes. You don’t know the people you’re playing with.” My heart hammered, but I leaned closer, my whisper cutting like a blade. “Then enlighten me.” For a moment, I thought she would. Her mouth opened, her eyes darted toward the altar as though something weighed on her tongue, but then she shut it, shaking her head violently.

Natalie jumped in and clicked her seatbelt in place. "I feel like we just made it through a prison break," Emily said, negotiating her way through traffic. "And this was just the first day. How many more of these will I have to do? I have to quit Chassis." "I don't understand why, though. Sure, you met at the gala and told a white lie."