Chapter 14

Emma's Pov

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection in the oversized bedroom.

It felt suffocatingly unfamiliar, so much larger and more luxurious than the cramped room I had grown up in under my father’s roof.

A lump formed in my throat as memories of that time came flooding back—the memories of what he had done, the pain he had caused me.

My father, the man who should have protected me, had sold me off to those half-heirs.

I was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted games, forced to endure their cruel advances.

They came without warning, without care for my refusal or struggles.

Whether I fought or screamed, they did as they pleased, inflicting agony every time they touched me.

Some would slap me, others punched me until I was black and blue, laughing as I lay broken on the floor.

Each visit left new scars, both visible and hidden deep inside me. They enjoyed watching me crumble, feeding off my helplessness.

A tear slipped down my cheek at t