Emily Thomas
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I couldn't back down. Not now, when my goal was standing just a few meters from where I stood… waiting for me to take the first step, and make a difference to the lives that mattered to me. I stood there, more determined than ever. My eyes staring straight ahead as it pierced through the gates. I could now have a clear view of the regal Crawford Mansion as it stood proudly under the hot afternoon sun. Just a couple of steps and I'm almost there. I told myself as I took a deep steadying breath…
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Alexander Crawford, a powerful name that could make enemies tremble with fright and could give them their worst nightmare. He was a hardened man, an abominable enemy in the business world. He was feared and respected by both his colleagues and business associates and he never once showed a sign of weakness—except today— tears gathered around the corner of his eyes. The Private Investigator strode to the door, a wide grin stretched across his face after receiving his fee—fat cold cash enclosed in a…
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The Private Investigator stood in the center of the conference room, clutching an envelope around his trembling fingers. Beads of sweat formed on his temples despite the cold temperature inside the room. He faced his clients with a false bravado that worked well with his other clients—but not with the dignified men seated on the comfy leather chair surrounding the long table. The meeting he thought would turn out simple, turned to be an execution—his own. He walked straight into the lions' den.…
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It was the third time the man asked and just like the first and second attempt, I replied 'no.' My eyes flickered with disbelief and amusement as I looked at him. Do I really look like that person he was referring to? Perhaps we might have a few similarities. But having the same facial features was too impossible. Even blood related people don't look the same. How much more if they weren't related at all. If what he was saying is true—which I find it hard to believe—then that would be one in a…
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"Belle," Elisa said, addressing me to the name she took from the dictionary. It is a French feminine given name meaning beautiful or very attractive woman. She said after giving me that name, and I just rolled my eyes heavenward for the outlandish attempt to convince me I was blessed with genes to die for. But unlike before when she called me Belle for the first time, she wasn't amused now. Instead, she scrunched her forehead in fear as she explained to me who the Crawfords are. "They are the most…
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"This place is heaven," I mumbled cheerfully, fascinated by the magnificent view of the boundless ocean glittering like silvery crystals against the early morning sun. The strong wind billowed my hair as it draped my back like a luminous cape. The dancing waves washed the sand ashore, and I giggled in delight as they tickled my feet. This was the paradise I have known after I lost my memory.?I can't imagine living in any other place. This was the peaceful haven anyone would wish to live and I am…
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"Quick! Call the ambulance." A voice bellowed, it was calm yet the panic was audible! "It's an emergency! Tell the paramedics to wait on the Wharf!" I was awoken in my deep state slumber by horrified screams. I don't know how long I have been lying there—above something soft and fluffy. I tried to force my eyes open but it was heavy and I have no strength left in me to take a? look at my surroundings. Hurried footsteps reached my ears. Someone was moving beside me. Based on how small and tender her…
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Memories…. Memories…. Came flooding back to me. Ah! It hadn't been all a dream! It was real! I was deceived, set-up, and fooled. I knew why Ace hated me that much. I clutch my chest, it's beginning to tighten, stabbing pain is now attacking it. Thousands of needles seem to prick my heart. My eyes fluttered close, the memories which I thought were only a dream…..they are real. As my eyes slowly absorbed the pictured—now scattered in my lap—I began to have a clear recollection of…
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"You are the reason why Vien died! You can't blame anyone, Phoenix. You're a naive little girl who suddenly jumps to conclusions." Angela shot me a wicked grin, the one which I loathed seeing in her lips. Her insolent attempt to drag my dead daughter's name burnt me with rage. Ignoring the furious glare I shot her, she slipped the bloodied gloves out of her fingers and threw them across the floor. I was so damn sure that the blood belongs to me. No matter how I soothe myself with my logical…
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My eyes fluttered open. It was the dimly lit condo unit, located on the third floor of a huge building owned by my ex-husband which I found myself in. The wound had stopped bleeding but the stain left a lasting mark on my white long sleeve that even zonrox couldn't erase. The wound in my head throbbed badly. I ignored the pain and fought the dizziness. I shifted my attention into the room. Fierce fear gripped my heart when I saw Angela—still in her white virginal wedding gown—her white-gloved…
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