What Happened To Emily Prentiss Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes, and the first thing that came into view was the operating room with the emergency light still on. I realized I had been reborn back to the very day my mother-in-law, Lillian Pierce, got into a car accident. Before long, a doctor emerged from the operating room. "The patient's in critical condition! Her liver has ruptured, and we need an immediate transplant from a direct relative." I nodded, having already been mentally prepared for all of this. I pulled out my phone and called my wife, Elena Prescott. "Honey—"

“No, sir.” “Any unidentified female from an accident tonight?” “No record.” “She’s my wife. Please check again.” “I’m sorry.” By dawn, he looked destroyed—shirt wrinkled, tie gone, eyes red, voice hoarse. But still… Nothing. No Lilian in hospitals. No Lilian in police logs. No Lilian in emergency records. Not even bodies from the night’s accidents. It was as if she had vanished out of the world. --- Back at the Mansion Emily waited nervously, pacing, biting her nails.

He wound up at the docks, hauling crates in the cold. Thirty, but looked sixty. Used up and forgotten. *** Months later, a starved, ghost-thin she-wolf showed up on James's doorstep. Emily. Her sentence had ended early—not because she was forgiven, but because the Frostiron mines nearly killed her. They dumped her half-dead and told her to crawl or die. With nowhere else to go, she came to James. The second she knocked, Camilla ripped open the door, spat venom, and slammed it in her face.

The bathroom door swung open, the click of the latch drowned out by Jems’s agonizing shrieks. Emily stepped out, drying her hands on a paper towel. The tired smile on her face vanished the instant she saw the nightmare unfolding. "Jems? Jems!" Emily’s voice rose to a panicked pitch. She saw Derick hovering over her daughter, his hands trembling as he tried to hold Jems still. Then her eyes tracked to the floor, where the assassin lay lifeless.

Emily had tears in her eyes, as she loved Anna very much and instructed the chauffeur to arrange a room for her at the villa, as she wanted Anna to stay with them. Then she called up her mother and told her mother about what had happened and her mother was very happy that Emily took the right decision. She had made up her mind back then she would build an old age home for the elders and also a hospital for the needy. But unfortunately just before the project started she and her husband were brutally murdered by someone who had a grudge against them, as they had dealt with many criminal cases. And the case was closed. Callie and Jayden had flown down for the funeral with their grandmother but

Then Emily stood up from Murat's lap and walked to her desk to make a call. "Hello, it's me, Emily. Has my father returned home yet?" she said to the Lincoln John Carter household servant. "Hello. Ohh ... yes, Miss Emily. He was just dropped off by a group of men in black suits. However, the head servant was shot dead by an unknown person this morning. The police are handling it," replied Delia Smith, the long-time housekeeper of the Carter family. "Del, can you call my father? I need to speak with him," Emily said.

she asked. Elena hesitated for a moment before responding, her gaze meeting Scarlet’s. “I think you could use a distraction,” she explained. “And I think it’s time you meet your stepmother again. I figured that you had been too preoccupied to keep up with Emily’s case, as well as where her mother is right now.” “As far as I know, Emily’s dead,” Scarlet responded. “And as for Mary, she’s in prison.” Elena nodded. “Yes,” she reconfirmed. “Emily’s really dead, and she was found dead in your family house. The police are still investigating.”

she concluded in a hoarse voice. "Sorry, Emily. Actually, it wasn't Cayden I saw, but ...." "But what?" "But his grave." In an instant, Emily's world shook. Tears spilled along with her short breaths. When she could no longer handle the pressure, her body went limp. As she lost her strength, Sky and Alice screamed and caught her body. "Oh my God, Emily!" "Papa, help us!" Emily was no longer aware of what was happening. Her world had turned dark. Her whole body felt cold and numb. She never imagined that her first meeting with Cayden would also be the last.

“Find him.” “Yes, sir.” The line went dead. I stood there for a long moment, staring at nothing. Emily noticed before I said anything. She was sitting up when I walked back into her room, a blanket draped loosely around her shoulders. “What happened?” she asked quietly. “The doctor’s gone.” Her expression tightened instantly. “You mean—” “He didn’t make it home.” She swallowed, her fingers tightening slightly around the fabric. “I told you,” she whispered. “That woman is evil.”

But I could feel her presence cold, suffocating, like the air before a storm breaks. Finally, she broke the silence. “You’re wondering how much I knew about Emily’s final moments.” I didn’t answer. I didn't need to. She continued anyway. “She called me that night. Panicked. Said Voss had given her something said it burned going down. She was crying, begging me to come get her. I told her to stay calm. That I was on my way.” Thornton’s voice remained even, clinical. “I arrived twenty-three minutes later. Voss was gone. Marcus had already cleaned the scene wiped surfaces, staged the needle. Emily was on the floor, barely breathing. Pupils pinpoint. Foam at the mouth. She reached for me. Whispe