Sustained Emma Chase の小説・ストーリー

"That's Emma. How did they get Emma?" "We don't know. The agents at your house report no breach. Emma is still in her bed." Agent Park zoomed in on the child. "We think it's a child actor. Similar build and coloring. They're using a fake Emma as bait." "Bait for what?" "For you. Jessica knows you're working with us. She knows we're watching her. So she staged this to draw you out. To make you do exactly what you're doing now." I stared at the screen. The woman dragging the fake Emma toward the plane was Chloe Winters. But Chloe was dead. She drowned weeks ago.

He mostly drank his time away, these days he found it very difficult to stay sober, not when all he thought about was Emelia being kept captive somewhere by that psychopath. He was about to dawn his third glass of whisky when he received the photos. Images of Emelia, tied up, injured and helpless. She was naked, and one could easily guess what she had been put through. Emmett saw red. He didn't even realise when he had grabbed his keys and was driving to Sasha's apartment. The moment the woman opened the door, Emmett pounced on her. " Where is he keeping her?!" " I...I don't know what you are talking about " Sasha gasped, trying to free herself from Emmett who had grabbed her by the neck and

"I don't care if it takes weeks or months or years. I will find them. And when I do—" "We find them," Emma corrected firmly. "Together. Like everything else." I looked at her—this incredible woman who had survived more than anyone should ever have to survive. Who had sat alone for two hours with the knowledge that her daughter was being stalked, and had held herself together through sheer force of will. Who was already thinking tactically, strategically, about how to fight back. "Together," I agreed. Grace woke fully then, her tiny face scrunching as she prepared to cry. Emma lifted her smoothly, beginning to nurse. The most normal, peaceful scene imaginable.

My eyes practically pops out of my eye sockets when I read the contents. "Anna Harris, the only daughter of businessman Liam Harris found in a hotel suite with a man whose idenity isn't revealed by the hotel staff. She didn't look in a presentable state when she was caught on the camera. It happens on the same day when Liam Harris got arrested for money laundering and stealing technology from his rival company."

informed his assistant. His brows furrowed. He checked the time on his laptop. It was less than an hour since he dropped her, and she was already down. This couldn’t be. He gave her the address of the firm and the line to his office. Ari could have called him first, but she did not. He suddenly felt the twist in his stomach. “Sir? It’s another Wrylee.” “Charleigh?” Well, his wife is also a Wrylee. “She’s a Chase,” Kayden corrected.

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

Emma was puzzled, but Matt dragged her downstairs. Matt was about to say something, but just then, he heard the door reopen, so he walked faster. “I’ll tell you later.” When they got downstairs, Emma shook off Matt’s hands and spoke angrily. “How can we just leave like that? Hazel, that little bitch actually has an affair with a man! But the boss said he wanted a virgin. How can he be satisfied with her being so dissolute? What should we do then…” She suddenly thought of something, looking white as a sheet.

I'm a very generous person and I know how to keep my promises. Ever since I escaped from the prison I come out every night time just to search for Hennesy, I have turned this whole city upside down and still, there is no sign of Hennesy in this city which is almost driving me crazy, I have stalked their house at night and even stalked Emma’s house and yet no sign of Hennesy. I was finally able to get information from one of the guards working at Emma’s parent's mansion and I was told that nobody has seen Hennesy for the past months which mean one thing, on that day that Emma told her to run, she left that day and has never come back

Like we weren’t even connected by vows or the life we’d built or I thought we’d built. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Tears brimmed. I had to escape. I backed away, dropped the tray, and fled to the bedroom. Frantic, I picked up my phone. I needed to act, Sabastian couldn’t know I was pregnant. I dialed the number I’d been avoiding for months. Now was the time. “When is the next available flight to Sydney?” I asked, voice shaking. “Tomorrow afternoon, ma'am ” came the prompt reply.

His hand brushes the armrest a little too quickly, his jaw tight. The air shifts. He might not know why my words carry weight, but I do. I remember everything now. Not just saying. “But that’s by the way,” I wave casually. “It’s late. I should be heading home.” “Ah. Yes.” He nods quickly, almost flustered. “I heard about—” The television suddenly lights up. Breaking News flashes across the screen. Emma Harris arrested for sabotaging Lila’s Armitage Collection. Footage rolls. Emma being escorted into a police station, hands cuffed in front of her. Reporters shouting questions. An officer stating that she was caught trying to flee the city and has confessed to the crime.