Novels by Emilya

At the Vincent mediaMr. Vincent sat at his desk, his eyes scanning the financial reports in front of him. He had been investigating the insider finance embezzlement in his media company for weeks, and he was determined to find out who was behind it. Ryan, his trusted assistant, stood beside him, pointing out discrepancies in the accounts."I don't understand how this is happening, Ryan," Mr. Vincent said, his voice tight with frustration. "We have some of the best security measures in place, and yet someone is still managing to siphon off millions of dollars."Ryan nodded sympathetically. "I know, sir. But we're getting close to finding out who it is. I've been going over the transactions, and I think I've found a pattern."Just then, the door to Mr. Vincent's office opened, and his wife, Monica, walked in. She was stunning, with long blonde hair and a bright smile. But Mr. Vincent wasn't fooled. He knew that Monica had been acting strangely lately, and he was starting to suspect tha

As Lucas walked away, Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the complexity of their relationship. She had never felt this way about anyone before, and she wasn't sure how to process her emotions. She knew that Lucas was still haunted by his past, and that he struggled with his own demons. But she also knew that he cared for her deeply, and that he would do anything to protect her.As she got ready for bed, Emily couldn't shake off the feeling that something was about to change. She felt a sense of anticipation building up inside her, a sense that the next few days would bring about a turning point in their relationship.The next morning, Emily woke up feeling refreshed and renewed. She got dressed and headed downstairs, where she found Lucas already seated in the dining room, Janet was already making breakfast. He smiled at her as she entered, and Emily felt her heart skip a beat."Good morning," he said, his voice low and husky.“Good morning,” she responded with a gentle

The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Lucas's mansion, casting a warm glow over the opulent decor. Emily stirred in her bed, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness as she prepared for her first day back at fashion school. She had agreed to have bodyguards accompany her to and from school, a precaution that Lucas had insisted on after the recent threats from Lara.Meanwhile, Lucas was already up and getting ready for work. He had insisted on driving Emily to school himself, despite her protests that she could take a car service or have one of the bodyguards drive her. He wanted to make sure she was safe, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been building up inside him even after Lara's arrest.As Emily came downstairs, Lucas was waiting for her in the foyer, looking handsome and imposing in his tailored suit. He smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and Emily felt her heart skip a beat."Ready to go?" he asked, gesturing with his h

Lucas sat behind his massive oak desk, his attention fixed on the stack of reports Leo had compiled about Lara’s suspicious activities. Each piece of evidence pointed closer to her involvement, but nothing was solid enough to confront the authorities. It frustrated him to no end. The intercom on his desk buzzed. “Mr. Cole,” his assistant’s voice came through, hesitant. “Mrs. Lara Jones is here to see you.” Lucas’s jaw tightened. “Send her in.” The doors to his office swung open, and in walked Lara, her every step calculated, her red dress clinging to her figure like a second skin. She carried herself with the confidence of someone who believed she still had power over him. “Lucas,” she purred, her voice dripping with faux innocence as she closed the door behind her. “You look as handsome as ever.” He didn’t rise to greet her. Instead, his piercing gaze stayed locked on her, cold and unyielding. “What do you want, Lara?” She moved closer, leaning on the edge of his desk, he

The tension in the air was palpable as Lucas sat at the head of the dining table that evening, his mind preoccupied with Leo's revelation about Lara. He had always known she was manipulative, but if she was involved in Emily's poisoning, she had crossed a line he could never forgive. Emily sat opposite him, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on the edge of her glass. She could sense Lucas’s distraction, his usual warmth replaced by a cold, distant aura. Though she wanted to ask what was bothering him, she hesitated. He had always been guarded about certain aspects of his life, and tonight seemed no different. “Lucas,” she finally said, her voice soft but steady. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet all evening.” His gaze snapped to hers, softening immediately. “I’m fine, Emily,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction. “Just work.” Emily frowned but didn’t press further. She knew Lucas well enough to understand when he didn’t want to talk. Still, the growing wall between th

At a luxurious mansion in the heart of the city, Lara Smith, a stunning young woman with long, curly brown hair and piercing green eyes, sat on a plush velvet couch, staring intently at a photo in her hand. Her flawless olive skin seemed to glow in the soft light of the room, and her full lips were pursed in a mixture of anger and jealousy. She was dressed in an elegant white gown that accentuated her slender figure, and her delicate fingers were adorned with sparkling diamonds.As she gazed at the photo, her eyes narrowed, and a glint of resentment flashed in their depths. The woman in the photo was Emily, and Lara couldn't help but feel inferior to her breathtaking beauty. Emily's skin was radiant with a subtle sheen that seemed almost otherworldly. Her face was a perfect oval, with high cheekbones and a small, pointed button nose. Her eyes were a deep, shining black, fringed with thick lashes that seemed to sparkle with innocence.Lara's gaze lingered on Emily's face, and she fe