Novels by Emel Emerald

The Last Battle – Axel's Final Stand The triplets burst into Audrey's apartment, closing the door. Audrey sat in the middle of the room, holding herself, face white. Jasmine gave her a quick glance. "You okay?" Audrey nodded but winced her hands. Jayla sighed deeply. "You should have mentioned it when he called." Audrey gazed down. "I thought I could handle it." Jade snorted. "Not with Axel. He doesn't listen to no." Jasmine stood by the window, narrowed eyes intently focused as she gazed out. Then she froze. Outside, in front of the window, on the street, a black car. A dark figure in the car. Watching. Waiting. Her heart was pounding. He was here. She spun to her sisters, low voice, resolute. "He's outside." Audrey's eyes widened. "What?" Jayla leaped to the window to look out. Jade cursed under her breath. "That psycho." Jasmine breathed slowly, deeply, attempting to soothe herself. She wasn't scared. She was angry. Axel had done enough already. Sarah was d

The Final Stand – Axel's Last Gamble Audrey was on her couch in her apartment, frowning at her phone, the screen lighting up with an unknown number. Her gut clenched. She knew who it was. The second it started ringing she knew. A shiver ran down her spine, her heart racing. Axel. He was calling her. She swallowed hard, her fists tight. She had blocked him. Had changed her routine. Had tried to close him out of her life. And yet. He'd somehow come back anyway. The ringing stopped. A voicemail message showed up. She was breathing irregularly as she hit play. And then his voice was smooth and even, weighted with something sinfully wicked bouncing off of the walls. "Audrey he said, did you really think I'd let you go that easily?" Her blood went cold. "We both know you still think of me. Of us." Her fists clenched on the phone. No. No, she didn't. She wouldn't. She couldn't. "I gave you your space. I let you pretend. But it's time to come home, sweetheart." Audre

The Fall of a Legacy – Their Father Is Brought to Account Their father slumped in the interrogation room, the stark metal table between him and the detectives. For the first time in his life, he was not in charge. His expensive attorneys weren't going to get him out of this today. His influence, his name, his power—it meant nothing now. The seasoned detective dropped a file onto the desk, reopening it. Pictures. Documents. DNA tests. It all lay before him. "You drew up official papers," the detective said, his own voice tightly controlled. "You drew up fake papers and left your firstborn daughter to live and live comfortably. His father's jaw clenched. The detective continued, "And because of that, Sarah spent her entire life believing she wasn't wanted." A bitter silence. "And now she's dead." For a moment—a fleeting moment—something passed through his father's eyes. Regret? Guilt? Maybe. But too little, too late. The detective leaned in.

The Last Truth – A Mother's Justice The triplets were in their mother's living room, the weight of what they had to say very much on their minds. Their mother sat opposite them, her fists clenched on the armrests of the chair while her face was set in stiff lines. Jasmine took a deep breath. "Mom… we've got something to say." Jayla leaned forward. "Something about Dad." Jade sighed. "And Sarah." Her mother's eyebrows jerked with horror when she said the name Sarah. "What about her?" Jasmine's voice was constricted, but she fought to say something. "She was our sister." Their mother's breath stalled. Her hand gripped the chair as her knuckles turned white. No one uttered a word for a second. Then, in a whisper just above a murmur— "What did you just say?" Jayla swallowed hard. "Sarah… she was Dad's daughter." Jade paused before saying again, "His first daughter." Their mother turned white. "That's not… that's not possible." Jasmine pulled out the pro

The Aftermath – Shadows of the Past The triplets sat in silence, the weight of the news pressing down on them. Sarah was dead. And even after everything she had done. Even after the lies, the betrayals, the destruction It didn’t feel like a victory. Jade let out a slow breath, staring at the floor. “I thought I’d feel… relieved.” Jayla shook her head, her voice quieter than usual. “Me too.” Jasmine's clutch on her cup of coffee spasmed. "She was our sister." Jayla grumbled unwillingly. "Half-sister." Jasmine shut her eyes. "It doesn't matter." For in the end, Sarah had been as lost as they had once been. The difference? She never had her way back. Fraser and Tressa – A New Beginning, or a New Threat? Tressa turned a lock of hair around her finger, watching out the apartment window. "She's really gone," she murmured. Fraser, who stood behind her, let out a deep sigh. "Yeah." Tressa’s chest tightened. Sarah had been many things—an enemy, a rival, a storm in human form.

The Aftermath – A New Future, A Lingering Past Sarah retreated from the front door of Fraser's, her heart pounding in her ears. She'd dreamed to herself for months that she might possibly be able to fix what she'd broken. That she could win him back. But now? Now, she knew more. She'd been too late. Fraser's moved on. And not with someone. With Tressa. A woman as clever, as cunning, as smart as Sarah used to be. Sarah's fists clenched. She'd lost before. But this? This was not the same. This had been done. And she was not so sure that she could do that. And meanwhile – Fraser and Tressa's New Beginning Tressa shut the door, breathing softly as she smiled at Fraser. "A knight?" she said, regarding him. Fraser rubbed at his hair, jaw locked. "That was. unexpected." Tressa smiled, leaning on the wall. "Seriously? You didn't think she'd come crawling back sooner or later, or something?" Fraser breathed slowly. "Part of me did, yes. But that moment I just saw her?"

The Blackwood mansion had long stood as a symbol of dominance. Its chandeliers dangled like insignias its marble floors shone with the luster of affluence its walls murmured tales of triumphs forged through the downfall of others.. Tonight all that magnificence seemed hollow.An invisible force weighed on the atmosphere. Denser than more piercing than dread. Servants moved lightly along the corridors eyes cast downward holding trays that clinked softly due to fingers. The mere clatter of silverware, against porcelain startled them. Murmurs circulated like an infection.“Have you heard?”“A note… it was placed in the corridor.”“They claim it was her.”They were too afraid to mention her name. Yet it was unnecessary. Everyone understood exactly who "she" referred to.---Samuel Blackwood prowled the hallways like a trapped beast consumed by rage, His proud shoulders now slumped as if burdened by an invisible load only he could feel. The letter remained locked, in his study. Its phrases

The mansion lay quiet. For years it had served as a house of authority its walls reverberating with Samuel Blackwood’s sharp commands and the orderly footsteps of servants responding without hesitation.. By midday that cadence had ceased.Samuel sat in the study surrounded by three phones simultaneously his desk covered with documents. He appeared diminished his shoulders hunched while he debated with bankers and lawyers who had previously fawned over his name.“Forgery!" he barked into the phone. "Can you hear me? I never signed any document!”A silence followed on the line. Then the composed official tone responded: "The signature has been checked against your records, Mr. Blackwood. We will move forward unless a legal challenge is submitted within seven days.”Samuel hung up the phone with force that the wood split. His empire was being taken away through documents. He lacked any tool sharp enough to slice through the ink.---Upstairs Eleanor walked back and forth in her chamber w

Morning came pale over the Blackwood estate the sunlight failing to ease the memory of last night. The gala closed with clapping yet the murmurs spread quicker than the carriages. By dawn the family name was already being spoken elsewhere.. Not, with honor.Samuel remained seated in the dining room food untouched on the table, in front of him. His wrapped hand shook while he raised his coffee cup. He had stayed up all night making calls yelling into phones insisting on the names of anyone who could have possibly circulated those rumors. Every response was identical: nothing only murmurs.It was the first time Samuel Blackwood had been powerless against gossip.---Vivian stepped into the room wearing a silk robe her gaze sharp, with a mix of amusement and scrutiny. "Word is you signed something " she remarked nonchalantly spreading butter on her toast.Samuel’s eyes shot open bloodshot with rage. ". You’re saying it like an idiot.”Vivian gave a smile. "Just because everyone else is.”

The ballroom lit by chandeliers shone like a temple of crystal and gold, The Blackwood fortune had long prospered on grandeur. This evening Samuel ordered his children to remain beside him. United and invincible.Visitors streamed in: bankers, magistrates, lawmakers, individuals who had formerly shuddered when Samuel addressed the room. Their chuckles sounded loud their grins overly deliberate. Underneath the silk and sparkling wine gossip slithered like a snake.“Did you catch that?" a banker whispered from, behind his glass. "Apparently a transfer has been submitted.”“To a lady " someone else murmured.“A wife. Or was it a maid?”They laughed nervously. No one mentioned the name aloud. Everyone sensed it lingering in the atmosphere.---Samuel positioned himself in the middle standing upright with a stare. His hand lay on Eleanor’s arm. The pressure revealed the shake he concealed from everyone present.“Grin " he spat between jaws. "Grin, damn it. Show them Blackwoods remain ruler

The mansion ceased to feel like home. For those who considered it their own.That night Eleanor attempted to evoke grace by hosting a family dinner, The table was set with silverware, crystal glasses and elegant linen. However no sense of comfort remained. Each candle wavered as if reluctant to stay lit, for their sake.Samuel was seated at the forefront his expression etched in stone. Harrison sat beside him on the rigid fists tightly closed. Nathaniel avoided eye contact though his thoughts were restless about the documents secured in his office. Vivian. Always the performer. Displayed a smile her stare sharp, as a blade.The initial course. Passed by uneaten.Afterwards Vivian uttered, her tone smooth, as satin.“Father " she asked, "I’m curious. If the rumors aren’t true why haven’t you dispelled them yet?”Samuel’s gaze sharply turned upward. "It’s because they’re insignificant, to me! I don’t bother crushing ants.”Vivian leaned in her eyes shining. "If left unchecked, for long

The mansion seemed chillier than normal but It wasn’t due, to the climate. Rather it was how the atmosphere held words like ice forming on a windowpane.During breakfast the family assembled around the mahogany table. Silverware sparkled, remaining unused. Samuel occupied the head seat sitting stiffly his eyes darkened. His daughters, his son and even Eleanor. Each moved uneasily like performers stuck in a drama missing its script."Eat " Samuel snapped, poking his fork into his food. Nobody stirred.Vivian was the first to break the quiet. "Father there’s talk, among the people.”Samuel’s blade struck the porcelain with a clink. "Who ? Give names.”“In the city " Vivian went on evenly disregarding his scowl. "Bankers. Executives. They mention papers. Transactions. That a different name appears where yours ought to be.”A deeper than stone settled around the table. Harrison’s grip, on his glass grew firm. Eleanor’s mouth opened slightly. No noise emerged. Nathaniel fixed his gaze on h