LOGINStaring at Jones Lazarus, her heart quickened. She still thought it was a dream—a horrific one. She had searched for him for months. Nothing! And now he showed up at her door? How did he even know where she lived? She was on another street, far away from her former home.Jones’ hair was wrapped in a towel. His wet clothes had been changed into one of the spare outfits she had, and a hot cup of tea rested in his hands as he sipped. He had been in the rain and was drenched.When he appeared at her door, he looked cold and pale, like he had no life left in him.She wondered what had happened to him.“So, you are telling me that someone took you out of prison?” she asked, hugging herself, rocking slightly on her feet.Jones nodded.“I looked for you. Nothing came up! No one could find you!” Phoebe paced a few steps back, her fingers running through her hair. The man she had been searching for was sitting rigidly on her couch, his shoulders were tense, and it was 11 p.m.She should be in b
The wind blew strongly, and the sound of thunder could be heard—and lightning was seen. It had been raining for almost an hour, and it had come unexpectedly.“Are you sure you still want to go back home tonight? The rain is coming on strong. It refuses to stop,” Phoebe said, pulling the curtains closed and stepping away from the window.Emma put down her empty cup of hot tea and sighed. She lifted her head to look at Phoebe, who stood just a few inches away with her hands on her hips.“I don’t have a choice.” Emma exhaled, rubbing her palms together. “Zoe knows I am coming back home tonight. We have this new thing where we have to keep our promises and say the truth. Friends don’t lie to one another—that is our new pledge. If I stay over, it means lying or changing plans. I don’t want to change the plans.”Phoebe groaned softly, dragging a hand down her face. “You are not changing any plans. The unexpected rain is.” She gestured toward the window. “And I can’t let you go into this abu
The laughter of Zoella Facer filled the air as Emma tickled her. They had gone on a mother-and-daughter fun outing that Saturday evening, and Emma had driven her brand-new car she got as a gift from Ezra.It was a red and rich auto mobile from Cin’s car company. It was sleek, and people could see it was bought with a lot of money. The car spoke that just by its presence.She had spent the night at his place after their date, and he had taken the beautiful dress off her the moment they entered his penthouse. He couldn’t resist, and neither could she. He had been trying to focus ever since he saw her walk out of her apartment that night, but he had to be a gentleman. Emma loved gentlemen, and he didn’t want to fuck that up—until she hinted at him on their way home. She had shown her already exposed thighs in the car, but he kept his eyes ahead. He was in the driver’s seat and didn’t want to cause any havoc.Then the elevator chimed, and the moment they stepped in, they couldn’t keep the
Emma left backstage before 6pm, moving quickly toward the exit. On her way out, she ran into Winter. Winter had been waiting by the entrance, peeking her head out every few seconds. People had told her she would find Miss Facer backstage, but Winter didn’t want to trespass, so she decided to wait outside. Ten minutes passed. If she had Emma’s number, she would have called. She also didn’t want to disturb her brother, who was busy talking to people.When Emma stepped outside, she froze when she saw Winter. Her heart jumped, and she placed a hand on her chest, trying to calm herself. “You scared me.”“Oh, sorry about that,” Winter laughed nervously, rocking on her heels.Emma stood straight, steadying herself. “Are you waiting for someone?” Her eyes darted around, but there were only a few workers walking about. Some of them were transporting the things they had brought to the venue back into the van that would take everything to the company.“Nope. I came here for you.”“Oh.” Emma’s
The company was busy with so many activities. Some of the levels had stayed overnight, refusing to leave until everything was perfect for the show that evening. Clothes and accessories had already been transported to the hall early that morning.Emma stood by the window in Ezra’s room, staring out at the city below. It was already 11 a.m. She was still in her pajamas, and had spent the night with him. Today was finally here. It was finally the day they had all worked so hard for—the day they had been waiting for.“Come back to bed,” Ezra murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.Emma giggled softly, inhaling his familiar scent. They’d barely slept. He’d been all over her all night, and they’d only finally gotten a break at 4 a.m.“I have to go to work,” she said.He turned her around and pulled her close, a lazy smirk on his lips. “You work for me,” he said. “I’m your boss.”“I know that, sir,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his ne
The Jones home had always been a place Scott disliked entering. Ever since his mother left the mansion, the house had stopped feeling like home. He had everything he could ever want growing up—wealth, privileges, attention—but it all seemed to crumble the day Isaac came into his life.Scott had been spoiled, accustomed to his parents’ love and care. But as his father changed, growing distant and cold, that love faded, and Scott began to feel neglected. He hadn’t visited the mansion since he left for college. For years, he stayed in a shared apartment, only moving into the hotel when he was finally able to manage it on his own. That was four years ago, when he became the owner of The Empire.Kingsley didn’t believe Scott was capable of running the property and refused to let him manage it entirely on his own. Behind the scenes, Kingsley oversaw much of the operations. When he and his ex-wife divorced, she asked for one favor: that their son be given the hotel to manage when he was old







