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 morning settled over the Blackwood mansion the way paint settles on old walls seamless at a distance but hiding cracks up close while the Sunlight came through the high windows in gold slants, warming up the marble floor just enough to make the place look peaceful while Outside, the gardeners trimmed hedges and clipped roses like nothing dangerous pulsed inside the house But the halls felt wrong, Too quiet and Too careful.Samuel Blackwood moved through that quiet like a man walking through a place he no longer fully owned. His back stayed straight, posture rigid, his voice short whenever he spoke. Pride had always been his armor, and he wore it even now — though a crack had opened in it, faint but impossible for him to ignore. For the first time in years, Samuel kept listening for footsteps he wasn’t sure he could control.---Down the servants’ hallway, whispers floated like dust.“Did you see him last night?”“He came home furious.”“He’s hiding something.”They kept their voic

The city hadn’t fully woken yet. Only the hum of early traffic and a few stray lights cut through the darkness when Leya’s SUV slowed on a quiet street tucked between towering glass buildings. The office she stopped in front of didn’t draw attention — a small door, a small sign: Armand & Associates. The kind of place people walked past without a glance.Perfect.Leya stepped out, her heels clicking on damp pavement. Her coat moved with her like a dark current. Two bodyguards followed, but she lifted a hand before reaching the door.A simple gesture.I go in alone.Inside, the office felt old in a comforting way. The shelves lined with leather-bound books, the smell of paper and ink settling in the air and Mr. Armand was already standing behind his cluttered desk trying not to show his nerves and failing to hide his nerves. His glasses slid down his nose as he bowed his head slightly, “You brought it?” he asked, his voice low but Leya didn’t answer right away. She set her bag on the c

Samuel woke up to a slow roll of movement like the room itself hadn’t decided if it wanted to stay upright but For a moment, he wasn’t sure how he’d gotten there, or if he’d ever actually decided to fall asleep instead It felt more like he’d been dropped into someone else’s morning. The ceiling above him dipped under old water damage. Rings of brown spread outward like old bruises on skin. A few neon strips clung up there too, blinking in tired little bursts. Their buzzing rattled just enough to irritate him. It didn’t fit him. None of this did. A Blackwood didn’t wake up under lights like these. His throat was rough when he swallowed, his head pulsed in slow heavy beats and the air around him smelled like perfume that had settled overnight mixed with sweat and a sour note he didn’t want to name, he breathed shallowly and regretted even that. He dragged a hand up to his face and felt the stiffness in his shoulders his jacket had slid halfway off, his tie hung more to one side than

The city felt restless that night, Lights flickered across rain-damp streets, passing cars splashed through shallow puddles, and everything carried a hum — quiet, dangerous and expectant but Leya Anderson didn’t rush through it She moved with the slow certainty of someone who knew exactly where she needed to be.For weeks she had followed Samuel Blackwood’s routines, keeping her distance while learning every flaw in his carefully curated armor Meetings that went on longer than they should have. Indulgences he thought no one noticed the weaknesses he disguised as confidence and tonight, the path she’d mapped out led her straight to The Velvet Room — a club that promised exclusivity and delivered rot disguised as glamour.She sat at the backseat of her car, the interior dim quiet while One of her bodyguards waited just outside the door and the others had spread across the parking lot blending into the edges where shadows pooled and Leya barely looked at them, Her attention was on the go

The house was still, but Leya did not sleep.Rain pounded the glass outside, thrumming to a soothing rhythm, the kind of touch that stroked glass with gentle whispers, as if it had a secret. Shattered still, though, inside. Children slept — Leon clinging to Aurora as if little arms could hold her back from going away to be harmed. Gentle breathing the sole shattered rhythm in the room, promise of innocence still whole.Leya sat beside the window, robe closely wrapped around her shoulders, staring out into the darkness. Grime of the city, silver gray, streaked down her cheeks — angular planes smoothed by exhaustion. She hadn't slept for days. She couldn't help thinking of him — Samuel's sneer, Harrison's bruised face, her father's empty eyes.The TV had been silent for hours, but words danced in her mind:BLACKWOOD EMPIRE FALLING APART.LAWS PILE UP AS BLACKWOOD HOLDINGS BEHINDShe ought to be on cloud nine, floating. Justice had been served. The man who had inflicted so much agony on

It happened at dawn. Headlines boomed through all the business sections of financial news, all the business sections of news, all the marquee-lit scrolls: "Blackwood Conglomerate Sued for Multi-Billion Dollars." "Government Official Investigation of Blackwood Enterprises." "Supply Chain Collapse That Defines Blackwood World Ablaze." The smoke-and-mirrors deception Samuel had built came crashing down. ------- By mid-morning, the Blackwood building was jammed to the ceiling with reporters, lawyers, and government officials, Suits poured in by angry partners, mourning for damages for "sabotaged contracts" and "disclosures of trade secrets." Subpoenas were being served before examiners. Auditors poured into offices. And high above it all, bleeding on all sides, stubborn, but howling, was Samuel Blackwood. At home, his bellows awakened from the halls. "Do they expect to try my good name?" Samuel flung a decanter into the flames, and shattered bits of it shone on the mar