All Chapters of Little Emily: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Isabella and the Mysterious ManIsabella stepped out onto the balcony of her apartment. The cool breeze brushed against her skin, but it did little to calm the anxiety churning in her stomach. She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulled out her phone from her pocket. The time had come—whether she was ready for it or not.She hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen as it lit up with the caller ID. It was a number she had memorized but never saved, a number that represented everything she had been hiding from Tony, from Emily, from everyone. With a sigh, she tapped the answer button, bringing the phone to her ear."I see you're following the plan," the voice on the other end said, low and gravelly, with a hint of satisfaction. "How’s it going?"Isabella swallowed hard, her eyes darting around as if someone might be watching her. She hated this—hated the feeling of being trapped, of playing a role that was slowly consuming her. But there was no turning bac

**Chapter: The Morning After**The sunlight filtered weakly through the curtains as the morning crept into Emily’s room. The shadows of her nightmare still clung to her, even as the warmth of the day began to settle. She hadn’t slept much after waking from that terrible dream, her mind racing with fear and guilt. Every time she closed her eyes, Austin’s face flashed before her, bringing with it the chilling words that haunted her. When she finally dragged herself out of bed, her entire body ached with exhaustion. Her head throbbed, and a wave of dizziness made her stumble as she tried to stand. Gripping the edge of the bed for support, she took a deep breath, hoping to shake off the remnants of the nightmare.But as she moved towards the bathroom, her legs wobbled, and a sudden rush of nausea had her clutching her stomach. Emily barely made it to the sink before she was retching, the bitterness of bile burning her throat. Her body felt like it was betraying her, as if the dream had p

Isabella’s hands trembled slightly as she clutched her phone, her eyes darting nervously around the quiet corner of the hospital parking lot where she stood. She had been avoiding this call all day, but now, as dusk settled and the sky turned a deep shade of indigo, she knew she had no choice.Her thumb hovered over the contact saved only as “Unknown,” the name as cryptic as the man behind it. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before finally pressing the call button. The phone rang twice before the familiar deep voice answered, smooth and cold.“What do you have for me, Isabella?” the man asked, his tone clipped and devoid of any warmth.Isabella swallowed hard, her throat dry. “Emily’s sick,” she said quickly, the words rushing out before she could second-guess them. “She collapsed this morning, and they took her to the hospital. She’s in a bad way.”There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, and Isabella could almost hear the wheels turning in the man’s head, calc

Tony sat beside Emily’s bed, watching his little sister sleep. Her breathing was slow and steady, her face peaceful, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had gripped their family in recent months. Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to push away the dark thoughts that had been plaguing him since Austin’s death. The weight of responsibility was heavy on his shoulders, and he wished more than anything that things could go back to the way they were.Isabella sat quietly in the corner of the room, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She had been watching Tony closely, her heart pounding with anxiety. She could see the worry etched on his face, the tension in his shoulders, and it was tearing her apart inside. She loved him, truly, deeply, but the secrets she had been keeping were like a poison in her veins, eating away at her conscience. The guilt had become unbearable, and she knew she couldn’t keep the truth from him any longer.Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.

going on,” Tony said, his tone resolute. “But you’re going to stay in the cell until we do. I can’t take any chances. Not with Emily, not with the rest of my family. You’ve made your choices, Isabella, and now I have to make mine.”The finality in his voice left no room for argument, no space for hope. Isabella’s heart plummeted, her last bit of resolve crumbling under the weight of his words. She wanted to plead with him, to beg him to trust her just one more time, but she knew it was pointless. The damage was done.Tony turned away from her, his shoulders tense with anger and heartbreak. “Chris will take you back,” he said, his back still to her. “We’ll figure this out, one way or another.”“Tony, please—” Isabella started, but he cut her off.“Enough, Isabella,” he said, his voice barely holding back his pain. “I need time. We need time. Just… go.”She stood there for a moment longer, feeling the sharp sting of rejection, before she slowly turned and walked back towards the door. C