Emilia
The door slams shut behind me as I stand in the dimly lit corridor, still feeling the weight of my stepmother's words like a stone sinking into my chest.
"I've come to discuss an important matter," she had said earlier. And now, as I digest the true nature of her visit, I realize just how far she's willing to go to ensure her own survival.
Everything about her demands reeked of manipulation. It wasn't enough for her to control me; now she was setting her sights on the very foundation of Damien's family.
I'm still shaking off the sting of the confrontation, the sharp edges of her words still cutting through me. "You don't belong here, and you never will."
She had made it clear that she believed me to be nothing more than an inconvenience—an obstacle in her way. And yet, her eyes had gleamed with a familiar, calculating glint. She wasn't just threatening me; she was looking for a way to profit from it.
