Ray X Emma Novels & Stories

Mr. McCain and Raymond glanced at each other, and they were tacitly showing their treacherous smiles. At this time, Emma came over and said, “Can you show me the invoices and receipts?” “Yes.” Raymond passed them over to Emma. Emma was a top executive of Hill Manufacturing Company, and she was very proficient in this kind of aspect. She could tell whether the documents were fakes or not at a glance. After inspecting carefully, Emma sighed. “They are truly fake documents.”

He lowered his head in regret and nodded slightly. "I … I’m sorry," Rayden whispered, his voice barely audible. Amora gaped. She could hardly believe it and turned to Emma. "Is what he said true?" A long sigh escaped Emma's lips, and she gave a small nod. Emma then told Amora what Rayden had done two days ago. Rayden had searched for the matchmaking app himself through an internet search on Emma's tablet. He also asked Emma to pay the registration f*e so he could make his mother a VIP member of the app.

“Breathe, Emma. You’ve done this before. You just need to” He stopped mid sentence when another girl walked up, carrying a slim portable keyboard case. Oh sorry!” Maya said, nearly bumping into Emma. She was in a simple black dress, hair pulled back in a low bun, calm and grounded. Emma blinked. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.” “You’re here for the audition too, right?” Maya asked, smiling nervously. Emma nodded. “Yeah. I’m Emma. Emma Stanford.” “I’m Maya Cruz.” Maya extended a hand, then pulled it back, like she wasn’t sure if that was too formal. “Good luck. I really hope we get picked. I really need this. For my mom. For my life. I really need to make my mama proud.”

Rob instructed, lifting the phone to snap the picture. Ryan hesitated for half a second before wrapping his arms around her and cupping her breasts through her blouse. Emma stared straight ahead. How had she sunk this low? How had her life come to this?

My mind spun like a loaded chamber. “What about Emery?” he asked finally. “You going to tell her everything?” “She already knows too much.” “That’s not an answer.” I stared out the window. “The truth would break her.” “Or make her stronger.” I didn’t respond. Because deep down, I knew Dante was right. ** Back at the penthouse, I found Emery sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. The headlines were brutal. From Victim to Vixen: Emery Sinclair’s Rapid Rise in High Society

Jeez " she could only mutter. There was a guy in the house ..hugging Jemi... JEMI !! Her mouth was half open...Jemi who had quit the embrace when she had barged into the house had this annoyed look on her face. The guy, black and actually..... Darn hot, was looking at the both of them amused. Emma swallowed...spotted her purse on the sofa close to her and picked it up " I forgot this " she raised it up "No one asked" Jemi crowed dryly as she bit into her half-finished tacos Emma felt her cheeks burn..it was hard to think of a counter back when she was this angry. The guy walked over to her his hands stretch for a shake." I'm Ray Jemi's friend " Emma put on a smile and held his hand " Emma he

Rayan smiled before clearing his throat. "Indeed, I don't look my age, but it's true, I'm 20" " What a pity " I nudged his rib before he finally calmed down. Rayan laughed at our interaction before looking at me with a smile. "So what's your name?" » “Her name is Emma… and before you start asking questions, Emma is mute” “She is mute? »

“Go get yourself a dress. Something that’ll make you stand out. You’ll be by my side the entire night.” Emma hesitated, looking at the card as if it were a foreign object. “I don’t need something expensive.” Ryan cut her off, smiling slightly. “Emma I'm not asking; I'm telling. Ok, consider it an investment. I want you to look stunning.” Emma finally nodded, her mind still racing with everything that had just happened. “Thank you,” she whispered, the tension between them easing ever so slightly. Later that afternoon, Emma called Mia, her best friend.

Emma turned on the coffee maker at the usual time, fifteen minutes before six, while she took a shower and got ready. She would have her first cup of the day before leaving for work. Emma was a risk analyst at a major international company with its headquarters in Germany. She was the best at her job and had been the top-performing employee for over a year. She was relentless, strict, obsessed with cleanliness and order, a perfectionist, and… an exceptional woman. Everyone who knew her admired her, but not everyone.

“But you love her.” Emma blew out a breath. “I do,” she confirmed firmly. “I wish I could say otherwise but I actually do love her.” After a while Anelia saw Emma off, as far as the door anyway, for fear of being spotted by certain people that would only stir up trouble for her. As she shut the door behind her, she laughed yet again. Emma’s sister and Shawn’s mother, Rory, was a successful and ruthless lawyer in her mid-thirties.