Victor And Emily Novels & Stories

As the doors slid shut, the smile was still there. Scotty, Scotty. “Sneaky son of a bitch.” An arranged marriage. A fake wife. And Emily Everson. “Almost believed that bitch was real.” Almost. “It’s game over now.”

“Mommy… I pushed Dustin today.” Clara blinked. “Dustin? Your friend? Why?” Amelia’s little fists clenched. “He said… he said his Mommy kissed Daddy.” Her voice cracked, confusion heavy in it. “It’s not true, right? Why would Daddy kiss Dustin’s Mommy?” Clara froze. Her throat dried. She knew the truth all too well. Emily Hilton. A pretty, loud woman she’d met during a parent-teacher conference. Victor’s eyes had lingered on her all evening, shameless. Months later, Emily herself had called—half-apologetic, half-proud—to say Victor had been in her bed.

He pushed them open. “Sit,” Victor said, nodding toward one of the two deep leather armchairs facing the desk. Emily dropped into it. The leather felt cool against the bare backs of her thighs where her pencil skirt had ridden up. She crossed her legs tightly, still holding the blouse closed. Victor circled the desk and sat in his high-backed chair. He leaned forward, forearms resting on the blotter. “I’m sorry you had to see that. And I’m sorry my son lacks even basic decency.”

My fingers brushed carefully against hers. “We end this.” Emily understood immediately. “Declon.” I nodded once. “He won’t stop.” Her eyes studied my face carefully. “And neither will you.” “No.” Not until Declon Ricci was dead. Emily stayed quiet for a second before squeezing my hand gently. “Then I guess we will fight together.” I looked at her immediately. “You’ve already done enough fighting.” She shook her head slowly. “Not when the war followed me home.” Part of me wanted to argue.

"But really, let's talk about this. You know you're my one and only." Emily's face changed into darker hearing my words. She shakes her head in disgust. "Save it. I won't be seduced by you. Again." She starts to turn away but I grab her wrist. "Emily, please. I love you!" "Enough!" She yanks out of my grasp. "I'm mating Roman today. Nothing you say will stop that." Her words stab my heart like a knife. This can't be happening. Emily is my fate - I just know it.

“Emily!” exclaimed Vicky. Emily saw Vicky running up to her window. Vicky was tapping on the window loudly. Emily rolled down the window and asked, “Yes?” “Please, give him another chance.” “Who?” frowned Emily. “Joshua.” Emily frowned deepended and she said, “No.” “Please.” “No.” “Then, do it for me.”

ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED BILLIONAIRE (Do you love her?) Chapter fifteen The door opened for Emily to stab the first person that stepped in and that was Damien! Luckily for Damien, due to his fast reflexes, he had held her wrist before the edge of the glass could meet him. Quickly, he twirled her around, her back meeting his. Emily who didn't glance at who she tried to stab struggled to get loose. Hot tears began to roll down her face at the thought of her failed attempt.

Victor was still out there and would never stop until he shut down her voice. Finally, almost as if with jealousy, Emily observed the scattered papers on the table as a last glance of inquiry. It struck Emily then how much there was to gain. "Let's do this," said Emily with braveness in her voice. They were out to brave themselves against a storm, and they would face whatever obstacles heading their way. So, this would be the beginning of some serious fight for justice.

Kind of timeless, like you. Another pause. Then— Emma: You’re flirting, Adler. Me: Maybe. Emma: Bold of you to assume I don’t flirt back. Me: Is that a promise? Emma: Depends. Are you always this charming after torture-level family events? Me: Only when I text you. I let the phone rest on my chest, smiling like an idiot. It had been a while since anything felt easy. Around Emma, it always did. No expectations. No performance. Just breathing — real, simple, calm.

“I am looking forward to wearing you.” She showered, using the cleansers that Vice and Victor had given her to remove her makeup properly, and laughed a little thinking of them and their time together with a little wistfulness. Vice and Victor had made it clear in the beginning that they would be open to having sex, if they kept it just at that, no relationships and no feelings beyond friendship. But she hadn’t taken them up on the offer, even with Megan in her ear everyday encouraging her to do so. Emily just wasn’t the sort of person to have sex without feelings, and she just didn’t have feelings for Vice or Victor, not in that way.