Emily Johnson, a bright-eyed 23-year-old graduate, has only been at AXSpaceline—a multi-trillion-dollar space exploration empire—for three months when her world turns upside down. Owned by none other than the enigmatic and dangerously charming Carlos Antonio himself.

Carlos isn’t just powerful—he’s magnetic. Women tremble in his presence, and Emily is no exception. Swept into a whirlwind romance with the boss himself, she falls fast—completely unaware that Carlos is not only married, but tied to two formidable sister wives: one currently behind bars, the other a ruthless queen in heels.

Now, caught in a storm of passion, power, and rivalry, Emily must navigate the dangerous game she never signed up for. Can she survive the tug of war Carlos has pulled her into—or will she lose herself in the chaos?

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Note: This story is told from multiple POVs. Please check out Book One first "Sisters". Thank you!

Sisters II: The Emily Saga

We Already Know That Much

The words hit her like a slap. Her steps faltered. She blinked. “What…?”
Alfred opened the door swiftly, gently but firmly guiding her inside. She sank into the seat, still dazed.
The door shut, blocking the shouting, the cameras, the street noise. Silence fell like a curtain. The SUV pulled away ...

The words hit her like a slap. Her steps faltered. She blinked. “What…?”

Alfred opened the door swiftly, gently but firmly guiding her inside. She sank into the seat, still dazed.

The door shut, blocking the shouting, the cameras, the street noise. Silence fell like a curtain. The SUV pulled away ...

I Don’t Need Your Permission

Are You Single by Any Chance, Emily?

Hope I'm Not Too Late

Good

People Talk

What Would Mr. Antonio Want With Me?

Let’s Just Hope Your Gut Doesn’t Get Us Both Killed

I Make the Rules

Ready?

Shall We?

She Started It

Emily! How Do You Feel About Dating a Married Man?!

What’s the Emergency?

Well This Just Got a Whole Lot More Complicated

I Just Hope We’re Not Too Late Already

You’re a Bitter, Dumb Fuck

This Bitch Is a Liar

How’s the Baby?

Look, Look! Guys, Look!

Now We Know Cynthia’s Alive

Pathetic

And What Do You Think Would Happen to You If You Defy Me?

Rottweilers!

This Way, Sir. Follow Me

Let Go of Me