Vinnie Hacker And Emily Novels & Stories

But Vincent didn't even give me a chance to speak, as the call had already ended. It was 9:00 am. Getting up, I washed up and did my makeup before heading to Vincent's study. On his desk was a framed photo of him and Emily. I entered the password I had memorized long ago and unlocked his computer. Then, I organized all the evidence of Vincent's affair, compiling all the photos and chat logs into a PowerPoint presentation. I lowered my gaze and tapped open my phone, seeing Emily had just posted something. In the photo, the two of them were pressed intimately against each other.

And somehow, she had found a way to reach her. Emily quickly typed. Where are you? The message failed. Blocked. Intercepted. The screen flashed an error. Then the entire conversation vanished. Her breath caught. Someone had killed the connection. Watching. Monitoring. Emily slowly lowered the phone. The estate suddenly felt smaller than ever. --- Across the city, Elena cursed under her breath. The encrypted relay she'd used had been severed almost immediately. Someone inside Victor's network had noticed. Still, she had accomplished what she needed. Emily now knew she was out there.

Wynn ordered her. The moment Emily’s arms and legs were untied, she jumped on top of Wynn, trying to attack him. Emily screamed in pain as her skin boiled and retreated back onto the bed, hissing. Wynn composed himself. “I will be back shortly,” he said before speeding off to get Emily a human to feed on.

When Emily finds out what you tried to do—how long do you think you'll last? His eyes went wide. He shook his head frantically. Emily had ruled this city for years. Killing him would be nothing. The livestream comments exploded. "Damn, are we even allowed to watch this?" "So HE was the side piece all along. And he tried to screw over the wrong guy." I let Ryan squirm for another minute. Then I straightened up. "Take him." I had spent years building this empire alongside Emily. My network ran deeper than he could imagine.

"Get some rest, my princess. Tomorrow, our real work begins." I nodded against his silk tie. Our real work. I thought of the photograph. The unknown sender. The question I didn't know how to ask. I thought of Rudy, somewhere out there, alone. I had never been more wrong about anything in my entire life. But it was too late now. The vows were spoken. The rings were exchanged. The papers were signed. I was Emily Cortez-Othon. And I had no idea who my husband really was.

he replied. Emily nodded in agreement, feigning bashfulness as she walked alongside Alpha Jason through the serene garden. She allowed herself to hold his hand, relishing the sensation of his warmth and strength beside her. Their footsteps echoed softly against the path as they made their way to their respective cars. Emily's heart raced with anticipation, her mind already plotting the next steps of her revenge. As they reached their vehicles, Emily and Alpha Jason exchanged a final glance before getting in and driving away. As Emily drove home, her fingers dialed her mother's number with a sense of triumph coursing through her veins. Gloria's voice came through the phone, filled with concer

he replied. She sighed, her tone shifting. “You’ve been keeping secrets. I don’t appreciate that.” Still holding onto him, she pressed, “Tell me everything. What’s happening? How is Binge involved? It’s too late now, isn’t it? Telling me won’t change the future.” His expression darkened. “Go see your friend. Then we’ll talk.” Emily stood across from Mavis later that night at the border, both wary of each other. Emily tossed the severed head of the assassin at Mavis’ feet.

Before he leaves, I whisper low, “That nuisance was here earlier. Send her an update that rattles her spine it is time for her to hear from her favorite private investigator, don’t you think so ? It’s time she starts doubting that is real.” Delilah has always wanted dirt on the perfect Amara and now she will get some . The kind of dirt that will rock her world a bit . The big mistake she did was hiring my private investigator and now I will always be one step ahead of her . Today she will learn about my real identity, that I am Emily the woman she thought she destroyed . She must go crazy trying to prove to people that I am Emily .He nods and departs, leaving Nancy and me alone. At first, I

Emily's POV The sound that followed was unmistakable. Maya’s voice—clear, venomous—hissed from the tiny speaker. “The day you lost your baby… You still remember it, don’t you?” My breath caught again, but this time it was not from pain. It was from the raw clarity of hearing her confession echoed back to her. Damian stood tall beside me, his phone raised slightly between us all, his face unreadable. “You want to know the truth, Emily? That day… the day everything fell apart for you… I went to Louis’s house. It was Lucy who let me in. And after she left, I changed into your clothes. And while you were asleep… I drugged you.”

But Gracie was insistent, her voice firm. “Don’t wait until it’s too late, Em. You deserve to feel safe.” Emily nodded, even though Gracie couldn’t see her. “I’ll figure it out.” After hanging up, Emily leaned back on the couch, staring at the eerie painting that now sat across the room, propped up against the wall. Her thoughts raced, unsure of who could be doing this or what they wanted. One thing was clear, though, this wasn’t just an innocent admirer. Whoever they were, they were getting closer.