Sustained Emma Chase Novels & Stories

She saw the boss talking and tried to focus on that. "Move or she dies. Now." Both her mother and brother moved away from her. The boss nodded to his men to go. Her mother started screaming again and tried to reach her but Ethan held her back. He was crying too but seemed to understand that there was nothing they could do now. Her eyes locked with his for a moment and she could see the promise in them. That he would get her out of there somehow. There were a million things she could have said then but her mouth was glued. She could not feel anything other than the numbness that gripped her entire being. The man holding her tugged her and she walked. The sun was almost red now and sat at the

I replied, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly, acting as if I didn't want to jump off the edge of the building if he so much as held me too tightly, which wasn’t possible at all. “The baby demands?” He looked at my gigantic stomach with something I read as affection and for a silly second, I wished it was the King standing in front of me instead. The idea hurt more than any wound, it really did. “Get a grip of yourself, Emily, stay focused” Amelia my wolf's voice echoed inside my head, making my body tense up slightly. She was right… Focus... Stay focused on your mission. If I let myself dwell on the past, it wasn't going to help anyone. That was what I was trying to tell myself.

I know Leila and Sarah are both urging for me to work this out but still I feel pathetic. “Make him suffer, Ems, but don’t let him go. He’s one of the good ones, despite all this shit, trust me. So, maybe a little messy in the brain department but I can promise you that he’s worth it.” She hugs me around the shoulders tightly before skipping to the couch for her shoes and belongings. “What about you and Hunter?” I watch as her body, halfway to putting her shoe on, goes rigid.

Nelly got up and carried her tray of food but Ivan stopped her. “It's alright. I'll leave.” “Better,” she rolled her eyes and sat down. Ok the second and third day of the meeting, Ivan looked for Nelly but it seemed she was good at hiding from him. The meeting was finally over and Nelly stood outside, waiting for Neuer. He had promised to bring Emma since the little girl was disturbing to come and see her mum. “Mummy!” Emma cried and ran into her mum's embrace. They looked adorable and some people even pleaded to take pictures.

The driver drove off. Emma is a beautiful, young, and hardworking woman. She has milky white skin, hazel eyes, charming dimples, long blonde wavy hair, and a stunning figure. Emma is a single mother, 27 years old. And her daughter is just seven. Emma loves her daughter dearly and would do anything for her. Emma arrived at her office and settled down. She works in a hotel as a general supervisor and resumed her daily routine of overseeing every department. _____ Ethan Williams was on the phone when his secretary walked in to inform him about a visitor. He signalled her to let the person in while he continued his call.

"Emma! Thank God. The director wants to start at 9:30 but Nick isn't here yet and I don't know where the release forms are and —" "Deep breath," Emma said. She pulled a folder from her bag. "Release forms. Signed. Dated. Notarized." Chloe stared. "You carry notarized release forms in your bag?" "I carry everything in my bag." Chloe grabbed the folder like it was a life raft. "I love you. I'm going to name my first child after you." "Please don't." Emma walked to the elevators. The film crew's lights were blinding. She kept her head down and her shoulders straight.

Inside were three items: a leather journal, a USB drive, and a smaller sealed envelope. I opened the smaller envelope first. Inside was a check for ten million dollars made out to me, dated two days before Eleanor's stroke. The letter was in Eleanor's precise handwriting: Sophia, If you're reading this, I'm dead and you've won. Congratulations. You played the game better than I expected. The journal contains documentation of every crime Catherine Chen and I committed over the past twenty years. The USB has financial records, communications, everything prosecutors would need. I'm giving you the choice I never gave you before: destroy your mother or protect her.

MATTEO The soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound in my office. The room smelled of old whiskey and leather—familiar, yet suffocating tonight. My hands were clasped together under my chin as I stared at nothing. Thinking. Always thinking. Emily Thompson was still alive. I didn’t need proof, I could feel it. People like her don’t just vanish into smoke, they hide, and they run. But I won't stop chasing. The loud sound of a knock on the door dragged me out of my thoughts. I glared at Dominic as he walked his way towards my desk, looking like he had just handled two brutal cases in less than thirty minutes.

"Carly, Augustine, April, call the team. We have a lead on Emma's children. We need to move, now." He turned to me, his eyes locked on mine. "Emma, you'll follow us. I'm sure you'll have a clue to their whereabouts. Your connection to them is the key." I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. Finally, we were making progress. Finally, I was going to see my babies again. The thought sent a surge of adrenaline through my veins, and I quickened my pace, following Gabe and his team as they sprang into action.

The event that will be happening the next day is a fashion hunt show that I will use to exhibit my latest collection and launch it. After the call, I picked up my phone to watch some reels on TIKTOK. I needed to have some time off work and have fun. The first video that welcomed me was that of Caleb and Laura in a romantic position. I felt my stomach twist like a knot. It’s been a long time yet their betrayal still pierced my heart. I quickly turned my data off, held my phone tightly, and hissed. “Why the sudden change in mood?” Aunt Olivia asked with confusion visible in her eyes as I glanced at her.