Chapter 13: You mean nothing to me Emilia's footsteps echoed through the grand staircase as she ascended, lost in thought. The words of Jace, Lucas's brother, still lingered in her mind like a dark cloud. Why had he spoken so venomously about his own family? What secrets lay hidden behind his bitter words? As she reached the top step, Emilia's gaze drifted out the window, her eyes tracing the contours of the lush gardens below. She couldn't shake off the feeling that Jace's animosity ran deeper than mere sibling rivalry. His words had struck a chord, leaving her wondering if there was truth to his claims. Just then, a gentle voice called out from behind, "Milady?" Emilia turned to see Mary, the plump and kindly maid, hurrying towards her with an uncharacteristic sense of urgency. A soft smile spread across Emilia's face as she watched Mary's labored approach, her concern for the maid's well-being momentarily eclipsing her own troubled thoughts. As Mary reached her side, she pa
Chapter I4: She's a thief, a gross one at that.Elbowing through the crowded corridors of the shopping mall, Emilia stood out like a sore thumb. Her tattered clothes and disheveled hair made her a spectacle, drawing disgusted glances from passersby. Murmurs and snickers followed her as she was led by the security guards, her hands cuffed behind her back.No one believed her pleas of innocence; no one even tried. The weight of their judgment was crushing, making her wish the ground would swallow her whole. The humiliation was suffocating.One of the security guards, his grip on her arm tightening, leaned in close. "Confess now, or the police will take you away," he growled, his angry eyes boring into hers.A woman in the crowd shouted, "She's a thief! She needs to be taught a lesson!" The surrounding murmurs grew louder, a chorus of condemnation.Emilia's eyes scanned the crowd, desperate for a sympathetic face, but found none. She felt like a wild animal, cornered and helpless.Flashb
Chapter 25: You sl**t I curse the day, my son married you, you don't deserve to be a daughter-in-law of this family. *** Back in the Blackwood estate, Amelia stormed through the front door, her face twisted in anger and frustration. She tossed the few shopping bags she had with her to the ground, spilling clothes all over the floor. Ivy, who had been on the phone with the caterer, rushed into the room, concern etched on her face. "Amelia, what's wrong? Why are you back so early? And why so few clothes?" Ivy asked, eyeing the scattered garments. Amelia's scowl deepened. "It's all thanks to Emilia. She had to go and ruin my shopping trip." Ivy's eyes widened as Amelia recounted the events at the mall. "Why wasn't that girl arrested? If only she was arrested, all our problems would end. Now she's ruined my baby's shopping." Emilia, who had been standing at the entrance, heard every hurtful word. Tears streaming down her face, she stepped forward. "Mother, how can you say such
Chapter 16: You Sl**t how dare you try to flirt with my man.As Amelia tended to Reynolds' wounds, she wept uncontrollably, her body shaking with sobs. Ivy, meanwhile, stormed over to Emilia, her face twisted in anger. She grabbed Emilia's shoulders shaking her roughly, her fingers digging deep into her skin. "Look at what you've done, Emilia!" Ivy spat. "Look at the chaos you've created!"Emilia's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at the scene before her. Jace's face still burned with anger, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity that made her shiver. He looked like he could cause damage if given another chance.But before Ivy could continue her tirade, Jace intervened. "Mrs. Blackwood, stop! It's not her fault, it's this monster's fault!" he exclaimed, pointing at Reynolds.Ivy's response was swift and brutal. She slapped Jace across the face, her palm leaving a red imprint on his cheek. Emilia gasped in shock, her eyes darting back and forth between Ivy and Jace, mother and
Chapter 1: The Phoenix Rises Emilia's eyes snapped open, her gaze piercing through the darkness. The memories came flooding back, like a tidal wave crashing against the shores of her mind. The fire, the screams, the feeling of helplessness as her world burned to ashes. She rose from the bed, her movements fluid and calculated. The past was etched on her face, a map of scars and determination. Emilia's gaze fell upon the mirror, and for a moment, she saw the girl she once was – innocent, naive, and full of hope. But that girl was gone, consumed by the flames that destroyed her family. With a quiet resolve, Emilia began her morning routine, each movement a testament to her unwavering dedication. She was no longer the victim; she was the phoenix rising from the ashes, forged in the fire of her own vengeance. Emilia's eyes locked onto the newspaper clipping on her dresser, the headline screaming "Blackwood Empire Expands: Marcus Blackwood Announces New Business Venture." A sur
Chapter 2: Charity gala Catherine and Emma exchanged nervous glances, their faces pale. They knew better than to cross Emilia, not now that she had the upper hand. The rest of the day passed in a blur of preparations for the gala. Emilia spent hours getting ready, her dress a stunning black gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, and her makeup was flawless. As she descended the staircase, Catherine and Emma looked up at her with a mix of fear and awe. They knew they were in the presence of something powerful, something that could destroy them if they weren't careful. *** As Emilia finished getting ready, she made her way to the garage, where her latest model black Maybach awaited her. She slipped into the luxurious leather seat, feeling the softness envelop her. The driver closed the door behind her, and Emilia let out a deep breath, relaxing into the comfort of the car. As the driver navigated through the streets, Emilia's m
Chapter 3: Graduation Day 4 years later Emilia stood tall, clad in a dark blue graduation gown, amidst her fellow students at Blackwood University. The sun shone brightly, casting a sense of accomplishment over the crowd. The air was filled with the hum of excitement and pride as families and friends gathered to celebrate this momentous occasion. Emilia's gaze swept across the sea of faces, her eyes lingering on the beaming parents, siblings, and loved ones who had come to support their graduates. She felt a pang of loneliness, a stark reminder of her own isolation. As she scanned the crowd, Emilia's thoughts drifted to her own journey. She was one of the top graduating students, with honors and accolades that would make anyone proud. Yet, she stood alone. No family members beamed with pride, no loved ones cheered her name. The reason was simple: Marcus Blackwood. Memories of her family's downfall flooded her mind. If only Marcus hadn't betrayed her father, their name and repu
Chapter 4: Funeral Three days later, the Winston estate was transformed into a sea of white as mourners gathered to pay their respects to the late Emilia Winston. A large photograph of Emilia was prominently displayed on the wall, surrounded by flowers and candles. Friends, business associates, and acquaintances filled the room, their faces somber and their attire immaculately white. Members of the media mingled with the crowd, their cameras and notebooks at the ready. The board of directors of the Winston company was also present, their expressions suitably grave. Catherine Winston, flanked by her children Emma and Ryan, stood at the forefront of the gathering. All three were dressed in white, their faces etched with fake concern and their eyes dry with pretended tears. They greeted the mourners with somber nods and hollow condolences, their performances convincing to none but themselves. As the ceremony progressed, the hypocrisy in the room was palpable. The Winston family's