Novel & Cerita What Happened To Emily Prentiss

The room spun violently, and I gripped the sheets to steady myself. “Emily?” My voice came out raw and hoarse. “She isn’t home?” Marcus exchanged a grim look with the doctor. That single glance sent ice-cold panic flooding through my veins. “What happened?” I demanded. “Easy, ma’am,” Marcus said, stepping closer. “What happened?” I repeated, louder this time, my patience snapping. Marcus rubbed the back of his neck, clearly reluctant. “After she left the penthouse… Miss Emily drove off alone.” Alone. At that hour. Probably still crying.

She said countless prayers, and she tried everything to save me from myself. Perhaps I would actually have a sense of connection to her somehow in constructing a room that suggested her personality rather than one that created memories of loss. As I started sweeping the leaves and herbs that were scattered across the floor, something hard and cold met my touch. Grimacing, I very slowly picked it, only to freeze up. I wiped the substance clean and observed it closely. That was the pendant worn and treasured by Emily. The next thing I saw was plain startling; I saw Emily just lying there with no movement and no sound, where the spark in her eyes had long vanished.

Do you have an opinion, Emma? "I didn't know Max either, but I can say that he was murdered in cold blood, someone very close to him. I could even assure that the murderer is from our university, I think he has been present in our lives or rather ... he is with us, many will try to hide the secrets from him, but not for long. There are always witnesses in a murder, there is always someone who looked at something or heard something. I wouldn't be surprised if there are people trying to evade the law to get their way. But I know a saying that says: between heaven and earth there is nothing hidden." We were all shocked to hear Emma's words, even I, who knew more than all of them here, but wh

The ocean turned red and the body sank… Are these men human? A missile shot Emily directly in the heart when she recollects the colorless ocean turning red. “No! No! This can't be,” Emily yelled, pulling her hair. She paused, breathing heavily. Emily didn't think twice before running out of the hospital. She phoned the cops for help. “They…they murdered my lover” Emily cries, reporting to the station. Emily offered the video as proof “Hmm…this should be that popular Rwan river” The cops whispered.

He needed to understand. “Why didn’t you tell me?” David asked, his voice filled with pain. Emily sipped her coffee, her eyes meeting David’s with a gaze mixed with regret and resolve. “I know this hurts, David. But I couldn’t. I promised Oscar I wouldn’t tell you until he himself was ready, or until we defeated Maximillian.” “But why Oscar?” David asked. “Why is he with you?” Emily sighed, the painful old story beginning to flow. “Remember when I disappeared fifteen years ago? I had just graduated from university in America. I was happy, David. I was happy because you proposed to me, and we were going to get married. But then… the explosion happened.”

"Ruth Juhrthon, Accountant. She flagged an inventory discrepancy two years ago. Three days later, she died in a car accident." Emily's hand flew to her mouth. "I remember her. She was… she was young. They said she was shot to death by unknown men. I sent flowers to the funeral." "Did anyone investigate?" "The police did as routine and closed case." Emily's voice cracked. "Carl, are you saying…" "I'm not saying anything yet." But his face said everything. That's when the lights flickered. Once. Emily thought it was brief power surges. Then it happened again and Emily's computer screen refreshed by itself.

By the time I reached the small apartment she used to live in before we got married, the lights were off. An elderly neighbor recognized me and slowly walked over. "Are you looking for Emily?" she asked. I nodded. "She left not long ago, a fancy car came for her. They picked her up and drove toward the private airport." I didn't waste another second. I drove straight to the airport, ignoring every red light along the way. When I finally arrived, I ran out of the car just as a private jet began moving across the runway. "Emily!" I shouted, even though I knew she couldn't hear me. I stood there, watching as the plane picked up speed before lifting into the night sky. It disappeared into the cl

“I don’t regret marrying you—not at all. I’m the one who didn’t deserve you. You’re… you’re such a beautiful soul, and an idiot like me—” His eyes were bloodshot as he staggered for breath, panicked and unsteady. “I’m dying,” he gasped. “Please… the antidote.” Emily didn’t answer. She only watched as his head lolled to the side and his body went still. When she was certain they were both dead, she picked up the gun, raised it without hesitation, and pulled the trigger. Emily crumpled to the floor. Blood spread beneath her head in a darkening pool. Minutes later, the butler burst into the room, drawn by the gunshot. The sight stopped him cold—three bodies, the stench of blood, the gun on the

Two people in my life care for me. Emily, I whispered. Her head snapped up, and she looked so cute with her hair all messed up. Hunter, she jumped on my neck, kissing my cheek. I’m so happy you’re okay. "What happened?" I asked. You were poisoned. Emily glanced at the dart resting on the nightstand, worry etched in her face. "I recognized the toxin," she said softly. "Once I knew what it was, I made you drink something from that old diary to try and counter it." She paused, voice quivering. "Everyone thought you would die. While you were unconscious, Jalen fought Kaden. Your grandfather was crushed when he saw you. He locked himself in his room and left me here with you, hoping I could save

With shaking fingers, he dialed the number Emily had managed to give him. Carlos. Within minutes, headlights cut through the darkness. Carlos leapt from his car, his face a storm of fear and fury, and swept Emily into his arms. Without hesitation, he sped her off toward the hospital. Maurice stood frozen in the driveway, breathless, his chest tight. He had saved her life, but the cost of it loomed like a shadow. Later, when Emily regained her strength, she revealed the unthinkable: it was her own mother-in-law who had plotted her death, hiring men to shoot her and discard her body in a lagoon so that no trace remained. The horror of her words sank deep into Maurice’s bones.