Subaru X Emilia Novels & Stories

Rain still ran down the car windows like silver threads. Emilia sat stiffly beside Dante Moretti, afraid to breathe too loudly. The city lights faded behind them until only darkness and streetlamps remained. Dante’s sharp profile glowed against the glass—calm, distant, unreadable. He didn’t speak, but his silence said everything: he was a man used to control. Emilia clutched her bag on her lap. Her father’s face haunted her mind. I’ll come back, she told herself. I have to. But the deeper the car moved into the hills, the less she believed it.

Emilia was already in the car outside, honking the horn impatiently. I ran downstairs, grateful to escape my parents' presence. I smiled and hurried outside, slamming the car door shut behind me. Emilia drove off, and we sat in silence for a while before she sighed. "I'm sorry for taking out my frustrations on you," Emilia apologized, her voice sincere. I nodded, gazing out the window, feeling disappointed that our relationship was being affected by the mating issue. But deep down, I knew Emilia had always had feelings for Nathaniel, even if she tried to deny it.

But then Emilia turned to face the room, her gaze scanning the stunned faces before finally settling on me. And she smirked. Not a hesitant smile. Not a look of nervousness. A smirk. It sent fire through my veins. She was enjoying this. My jaw tightened as my mind raced for answers. Richard leaned back in his chair, as if relishing the reactions unfolding before him. “This decision was made a long time ago,” he continued, his voice calm but firm. “Emilia has been working behind the scenes for Kane Group, assisting in several major deals and overseeing critical projects. Her contributions have been invaluable.”

"You're getting married right now, Emilia" WHAT??!!!

Katalina “Pecan it is.” Huracio smiled and led us to the car. Stone opened the passenger door for Emilia, while Huracio opened the back seat door for me. All this while, I was in a daze wondering why Emilia would pick Pecan. What game was she playing now? Before entering the car, I tired to catch her gaze, but she didn’t turn around. Once we were on the way, I couldn’t keep still. Huracio held my hand in his lap and was gently rubbing it affectionately. Almost in a sensual way. If Emilia wasn’t there, I would probably be turned on and getting my brain kissed out.

Turning, I sighted a new car and turned to see Calvin also staring at the car. “Emilia. It's her,” Calvin mumbled and walked off while I ambled after him. We got in and of course we found her seated right on the sofa. “Oh look who we have here,” Emilia chuckled the moment I stepped in, “the mere sight of you drives me insane. From the first day, I always knew you'd be trouble.” “Watch what you say, Emilia.” “Really?” She chuckled ridiculously and dropped her wine, “watch what I say? You're a fucking CEO and you haven't been in your company for days? Especially when the company is crumbling and not only that you're with the woman that's making everything crumble.”

"I am here with some of her belongings as usual. Come and have a look at it." Ema heard the voice and recognized it as that of her husband's friend, Xavier. She smiled at herself knowing the kind of good clothes Emily does wear and now Xavier is bringing it to her in return for drink or money. She wonders which of the two he is going to request for today but no matter what, the two are always available. "I'm coming..." She replied from within. "I am doing something but I'll join you in a short time now, you can have your seat while waiting for me."

This post contained several photos of a black Cadillac Escalade from various angles and several photos of Emiko, seemingly taken from various sources, including old photos of her when she was a teenager. Below the post was the caption: "Wanting a husband for Ms. Emiko Satoru. Anyone can apply, and whoever pleases Ms. Emiko Satoru will win this car." Below the caption was an additional footnote: "I, Xander Riordan, am offering Ms. Emiko Satoru to anyone interested, as I already have a partner of my own and am doing this simply to help a lonely friend. Ms. Emiko Satoru awaits you, good luck!"

"Again." Head tilting in her confusion, Liviana asks, "what?" She questions softly. "What did they lie about?" "The car," Emilia answers, watching as her sister grows all the more confused. "What car?" Livi mutters. "Whose car?" "Mine!" Emilia stresses, groaning and dropping her face down into the pillow in a show of her frustration. Through the satin, she shouts, "don't you remember? The car! The gift!"

“He’s everywhere. In my dreams. In my memories. But he’s also angry, cold, toxic. I don’t know if what I felt for him was love… or just obsession.” Lena was quiet for a moment. “And Sebastian?” Emilia flushed, looking away. “He’s been… kind. Unexpected. Honest in a way that doesn’t feel heavy. Like he sees me, not the damaged parts.” “You like him.” “I think I do,” Emilia admitted. “But it scares me. And he offered to fund the Florence trip. Said it was a ‘scholarship.’ I haven’t given him an answer.” Lena raised a brow. “Wait. You mean the Florence? International clinical program Florence?”