Novels by emmz

Epilogue MegraWe stand quietly in front of my mother’s gravestone, feeling the earth beneath my feet solid and cool, like an anchor to this moment. The air is still, the sky washed in muted shades of grey as though the world is holding its breath with me. My eyes trace the familiar letters etched into the smooth stone:**Iris Adams** **Loving Mother, Wife, Daughter, and Sister.**The words feel heavier than usual today, each title pulling me back into memories I’ve spent years trying to bury. There’s something so final about seeing her name like this. My mother. The one person who was always there for me, always strong, always protecting me. And yet, she carried so many secrets. I think about the life she left behind to raise me on her own—the family I only just found out about. All that time, it was just the two of us. She gave up so much, not for herself but for me.A gust of wind stirs the leaves around the graveyard, and I close my eyes, letting the cool air brush against my ski

MegraMusic floats in the air, soft and melodious, filling the room with a sense of calm and joy. I take in a deep breath, letting the sound settle into my bones, feeling its soothing rhythm steady my racing heart. It’s been a year—one long, tumultuous year since everything happened with Becca. A year of healing, of working to forget the chaos Nathaniel and I faced. A year of finding peace, of finding ourselves, of watching Nathaniel become the most wonderful father to the most beautiful daughter.I close my eyes for a moment, holding on to the feeling of peace. When I open them again, I’m staring at myself in the mirror. My eyes glisten with tears as I take in my reflection—my wedding gown flowing around me like a cascade of dreams. It’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen, pure white and delicate, with lace that trails down to the floor. I feel like a princess, like the heroine of a story I once dreamed about but never thought would come true.“Oh my gosh, Megra, you look amazin

MegraIt's been a few days since the fire, since Becca's death. I should feel lighter, like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but instead, there's a different heaviness inside me. I can't quite name it—grief, guilt, relief, maybe all of them tangled together. I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. Mia is perched on the vanity, watching me with her bright eyes. I meet her gaze in the mirror, offering a small smile, though it doesn’t quite reach my eyes.I pick up a small powder puff and begin to dab it gently against my cheeks. The cool, smooth texture of the powder calms me slightly, a welcome distraction from the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Nathaniel is home now, his health restored, his body healing. I’m grateful for that. The newspapers have been full of stories about his heroics, praising him for his bravery. The police cleared his name after searching Becca’s apartment. They found her journals, her twisted plans. It’s all out in the open now.

MegraThe world around me is blurry, shifting in and out of focus. I blink slowly, trying to clear my vision. The ceiling above me is white, harshly bright against my eyes. I feel heavy, like I'm sinking into the hospital bed beneath me. My head throbs, my body aches, and every breath feels like it takes more effort than the last. I hear a steady beep—machines. I’m in a hospital.I remember flames, smoke, Becca's twisted smile. My chest tightens as I recall Nathaniel rushing into the fire. "Nathaniel?" I croak out, my voice barely a whisper, dry and cracked. Panic surges through me, tightening my throat. I try to sit up, but my body protests. "Nathaniel?"A familiar voice, gentle and soothing, cuts through the fog of my thoughts. "He’s fine, my darling." I turn my head slowly, and there she is—Liza, standing beside me. Her face is calm, but I can see the worry in her eyes.“Liza…” I manage, my voice weak. “Where is he? I have to see him. I have to know he’s okay.”She steps closer, ta

Megra“Nathaniel!” I scream, my voice tearing through the chaos as he bursts into the living room, Andrew right behind him. Smoke fills the air, thick and suffocating, and for a moment, all I can see are their silhouettes moving through the haze. My heart leaps with desperate, wild hope. They’ve come for me. They’ve come to save me.Becca’s laugh slices through the air, sharp and cold. Her eyes, wild with madness, flick from Nathaniel to me, and her lips curl into a sinister smile. “You see?” she snarls, her voice dripping with venom. “Even now, even in the face of danger, they run to you. Everyone runs to you, like moths to a flame. Well, then, they deserve your fate.”I watch, my breath catching in my throat, as she pulls a lighter from her pocket, the small flame flickering in the dim light. Fear claws at my insides. “Becca, no!” I shout, but she’s not listening. Her eyes are fixed on Nathaniel and Andrew, her hand steady as she holds the lighter.“Get back!” Becca screams, her voi

The Story of Becca Megra’s eyes are wide with fear, her lips trembling as she pleads. Her voice is a desperate whisper, filled with a panic that only fuels my resolve. She looks so small, so helpless, chained and bound. “Please, Becca,” she begs, her voice cracking. “Why are you doing this? Why?” I pause for a moment, staring at her. My eyes bore into hers, searching, dissecting. It’s like I’m looking right into her soul, seeing every little thing she’s ever taken from me, every single moment she’s made me feel small, insignificant, unwanted. I want her to feel that pain now to understand what she’s done. “I don’t think you should die just yet,” I say slowly, letting the words hang in the air, “without knowing the whole story.” I grab a wooden chair from the corner, dragging it across the floor with a slow, deliberate scrape that echoes through the room. I’m savouring the moment, relishing the fear in her eyes. I set the chair down in front of her and sit, crossing my legs calmly,

SebastianI stand in the massive bathroom, steam curling up around me as I adjust the temperature of the water. The tub sits like a throne in the centre of the room, claw-footed and deep, the kind of bath that demands you stay in it for hours.This bathroom is a sanctuary, a place for comfort and escape—two things Elizabeth desperately needs right now.I glance back toward the door, my mind racing.She’s in pain; I know that much. Last night wasn’t just about the alcohol or the chaos—it was about her running from something, drowning in something. And now, here she is in my home, far from hers, far from the office.What if someone notices? What if Christopher starts asking questions? What if someone pieces it together—her absence, mine?I shake the thought away. I can’t leave her. Not like this. She needs me, and as much as I hate to admit it, I need to be here for her.I head back to the bedroom. She’s sitting up now, the tray I left earlier completely empty. The sight pleases me more

SebastianShe’s been passed out for hours now. Her chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, her face turned to the side, strands of dark hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. I sit in the chair across from the bed, watching her.I should’ve left her there, at that godforsaken bar. I should’ve walked away and let her deal with the mess she created. But instead, I’d carried her out like some tragic hero.What the hell was she thinking?I stand, my body tense, and start pacing the length of the room. My fists clench and unclench at my sides, and my jaw aches from how hard I’m grinding my teeth.“What the fuck, Elizabeth?” I mutter to myself, running a hand through my hair. “What the fuck is going on with you?”She stirs, her brows furrowing slightly before her eyes flutter open. For a second, she looks dazed, her gaze darting around the room as if trying to piece together where she is.Then she stretches her arms and yawns, and I know what’s coming next. Her face pales, her hand fl

ElizabethI lift myself up on the table in the small cabin. A nice gift from Sebastian, but I cannot enjoy it.My head feels heavy, and my chest aches in ways I can’t describe. I pull myself together slowly, my bare feet touching the cold wooden floor as I stand.My legs wobble from the intense fuck that I had begged for. I steady myself with a deep breath.I wanted Sebastian to make me feel something—anything other than this hollow, suffocating emptiness. I wanted him to bring me back to life.“Take me for a drink,” I say, turning around to face him. My voice is flat, almost cold.Sebastian sits up from the table, his brows furrowed in confusion.“What do you mean, Elizabeth?” he asks, his tone careful, almost hesitant.“Take me drinking,” I repeat, crossing my arms over my chest. “To a bar. Somewhere loud, somewhere I can forget myself.”He stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. “What if someone sees us?”“What if they do?” I ask back, my eyes boring into his. “I don’t care.”H

SebastianThe door to my office swings open so forcefully that the hinges groan. I lift my head; it’s Celeste. She stands there, wild-eyed, her cheeks flushed with anger.“Why did you fire me?” she demands. Her voice is sharp and unwavering.I exhale slowly, keeping my calm as I lean back in my chair.“First of all, watch your tone, Celeste,” I say, my voice steady but cold.“And secondly, I don’t have to explain myself to you.” I pause for a beat, letting the words settle. “But if I must, it’s because you cannot be trusted.”Her lips part slightly, and I can see the confusion in her eyes as she processes my words.She takes a step forward, her heels clicking hard against the floor.“I can’t be trusted?” she spits out, her tone incredulous. “Why?”I rest my hands on the desk and look at her carefully.“Look at your conduct in this office,” I say evenly, my words laced with a quiet accusation. It’s enough to make her bristle.I know what I mean. Her affair with Christopher and what the

Elizabeth“What are you up to, Christopher?” I ask, my voice steady, but my heart thunders beneath my chest.Christopher’s eyes narrow slightly as he steps closer, slow and deliberate, like a predator testing its prey. “Can’t I be worried about you, Lizzy?” he asks softly, his tone unsettlingly calm.Worried about me? A bitter laugh almost escapes me, but I swallow it back.Edward shifts in my arms, his little hands gripping my shoulders. I force myself to smile down at him, hiding the tension from his innocent eyes. “Go to your room, sweetheart,” I whisper gently, kissing the top of his head. “I’ll come find you soon, okay?”Edward hesitates, looking back at his father before nodding and running toward the hallway, his little footsteps echoing off the walls.Christopher doesn’t take his eyes off me. I don’t want Edward to see what might happen next. He’s already seen too much. I move quickly, brushing past Christopher before he can say anything else. The ache in my ribs flares up as

ElizabethI wake up to a dull ache in my ribs, sharp enough to make me wince.The bandages wrapped around me remind me of why I hurt, and the pain brings everything flooding back. But the moment my eyes adjust to the soft morning light, panic grips me.This isn’t my bed. This isn’t my house.I sit up too fast, the ache in my ribs flaring up, but I don’t care.The room is large and unfamiliar. The sheets beneath me are soft. The curtains are drawn halfway, revealing a view of a sprawling garden. My heart pounds. I don’t know where I am.“Where am I?” I whisper to no one.I push the blanket off me, my bare feet hitting the cold wooden floor. My purse is on the dresser across the room, and I lurch toward it, desperate for answers. My hands are shaking as I grab it, digging inside for my phone.“Good morning,” a voice says from the doorway.I jump, spinning around. It’s Sebastian. He’s leaning casually against the doorframe, looking at me like nothing is wrong.“Where am I?” I ask, my voi