Riley Murdered Emma Novels & Stories

Zack cautioned but Riley only got provoked. "In the end, he is still their only son. They will never kill him. But what about us? They will kill me without hesitation! Just like how my sister was brutally murdered and to cover up their son's crime, they wiped out my entire family!" Riley retorted as she rolled her eyes at Harris. She attempted to barge out of the office but Harris held her back.

POPULAR ALPHA OF THE CRESCENT MOON PACK, LIAM RUSSEL WAS FOUND DEAD IN ONE OF HIS MANSIONS OUTSIDE OF HIS PACK TODAY AFTER COMMITING SUICIDE. THIS WAS AFTER HE KIDNAPPED HIS EX MATE, AVERY EMERSON AND HER CLOSE FRIEND JENNY. A SCUFFLE ENSUED BETWEEN THEM BUT IT ENDED AFTER HE STABBED HIMSELF IN THE HEART WITH A SILVER BLADE, ENDING HIS LIFE. The newscaster announced. Riley gasped after hearing the news. She just couldn't believe it! Liam... dead? No way! There's no way in hell! He can't die.... not now, not ever!! So she bolted out of the ward.

asked Emma, who wanted to know the person who wished for her death before she was killed. "Who else but our king. We are here by order of one person, namely lord Ryan Underwood of course." "Ryan, so you really want to kill me?" muttered Emma, ​​smiling sarcastically. "If god permits, I will avenge you after this death." Emma closed her eyes in resignation as several royal guards began to approach her. However, as the soldiers took a few steps toward Emma, ​​the ground that Emma was standing on slid down, causing Emma to fall down before Emma was killed.

she said and faced the car window, she glared at the beautiful view in the city, Ryan's mouth opened wide but then Raymond gestured for him to get it done. ~JOHN'S MANSION~ Annie slowly walked into Emma's room, and she met her crying, she was confused on why she was crying. “Emma..” she said, Emma gazed back at her, her eyes filled with tears. “Why are you crying? Weren't you the one who killed her?” She asked Emma turned to her in anger “I wasn't the one who killed her, I had no plans in doing what you asked me, she was killed with a knife and you gave me poison, how is that the same?” She asked

He was the last person to serve Ethan before the collapse. The poison had passed through his hands. He was arrested immediately. During questioning, the truth began to unravel—not in fragments, but in something far more personal. “I was avenging my sister,” Jacob said, his voice low but unwavering. Her name was Emery. The room shifted. According to Jacob, Emery had once been married to Ethan Cross. To the world, her death had been ruled a suicide—a tragic ending to what appeared to be a troubled marriage. But Jacob’s voice carried no doubt.

"In a hockey dorm? That’s a good one. What’s the matter, Ryan? Afraid we'll see your birthmark?" "Leave him alone, Jax," Miller said, though he was grinning. "I'm just curious," Jax said. "Because I’ve never seen a guy so afraid of a locker room shower. It’s almost like you’re not who you say you are." Riley stood up, her chair screeching against the tile floor. "I’m done." She walked out without looking back. She didn't stop until she was outside, the cold night air hitting her face. She leaned against a brick wall, trying to breathe.

“I do not like this woman. She’s lying. I can feel it.” Damien’s expression remained unreadable, but his voice carried an edge of skepticism. “If you’ve been alive all these years, why did it take you this long to come back?” Emma’s face twisted into something that was supposed to look like sorrow. “Oh, Damien, it was awful.” She let out a shuddering breath. “When Ryan tried to kill me, I had no choice but to pretend I was dead.” Her voice trembled, as if she were on the verge of tears. But there were no actual tears in her eyes.

Let them just bang on the door and leave. However, the person outside didn't bang on the door, but kept ringing the doorbell lightly. Since the ringing was not stopping, Riley decided to walk to the living room and peek from a window. Maybe it's not them, someone else. Riley peeked from a window, just as she thought it was neither Eash nor Ezra, but some middle-aged woman she had never seen. "Who are you?" Riley leaned on the door and asked. "I am Mary. I have worked at Golden Blood Pack as a maid for many years. "

His breathing was heavy, and his dark eyes burned with something between anger and panic. I sat up slowly, stretching my arms. “Good morning to you too.” “Don’t play dumb, Emmeline,” he snapped. “I know what you did.” I tilted my head, rubbing my eyes lazily. “What exactly do you think I did?” His jaw clenched. “Jeremy is dead. His body was found this morning. Blood everywhere.” His voice lowered, his hands tightening into fists. “What did you do to him last night?” I smiled, the memory flashing through my mind like a sweet dream.

“We all know you’re innocent, Ms. Sinclair. The real murderer turned himself in two weeks ago. Everyone’s been talking about it on the internal forum. Apparently, the killer was a loan shark. Dr. Riffe owed him a lot of money from gambling, and during an argument, the guy accidentally pushed him off the rooftop.” “What?” Lyla was stunned, her mind reeling. It all sounded so chaotic and impossible to process. She opened her mouth, wanting to ask something, but no words came. The confusion only grew stronger. She wasn’t even sure if this had anything to do with Carlo. He seemed capable of anything, yet he always disappeared when she needed him the most. Lyla sighed, deciding to drop the subjec