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
Chapter 5: The Forgotten Beauty Six months had passed since the fateful day that changed everything. The setting shifted to a hospital ward, where a young girl lay motionless in a bed, surrounded by the beeping of machines and the sterile smell of antiseptics. The ward was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds. The room was filled with various medical equipment, monitors, and IV poles, a testament to the girl's critical condition. A nurse, dressed in a light pink uniform and wearing a nose mask, watched over the patient with a mixture of curiosity and concern. The girl's beauty was striking, even in her fragile state. Her long raven hair cascaded down her pillow like a waterfall of night, contrasting with her pale skin. Her features were delicate, with high cheekbones and full lips, reminiscent of the fairytale princess, sleeping beauty. But this was no fairy tale. The girl had been in a coma for six long months, with no one to claim her or visit
Chapter 6: The Encounter Emilia stood on the sidewalk, watching as the sports car sped away into the distance. Her mind was racing with thoughts - what just happened? Was the world running mad? All she wanted to do was ask for the name of the city she was in, since she had no memories of anything. But the woman's behavior had been weird, repeatedly calling her "sister Emilia" and even kneeling before her. Emilia dismissed the thoughts, thinking maybe the woman had mistaken her for someone else. What she needed to do was find her family, if she had one. But if she did have a family, why hadn't they come looking for her? Were they alive or dead? These and many more questions filled her head, making her feel dizzy and disoriented. As she began walking, trying to clear her head, she spotted a crowd of people gathering around a man stepping out of a black sleek Rolls-Royce. The man was guarded by men who seemed to be ushering him into a building, their faces stern and serious. Emilia w
Chapter 7: A new home, or so it seems. Emilia's eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy and her head pounding like a drum roll. She tried to remember how she got there, but her memories were hazy. A striking pain shot through her temples and she recalled the events leading up to the moment- waking up in the hospital, a kind-faced nurse smiling down at her, and a mysterious woman calling her sister. Then there was the man she had saved from an assassination attempt. With a startle she opened her eyes to find a doctor, with a kind face and a stethoscope around his neck, he was checking her vitals. He smiled reassuringly "You're safe miss, just calm down". Emilia's eyes narrowed, trying to place him. "Who are you? Where am I?" The butler, Mr John who had been standing nearby watching the girl closely, stepped forward his eyes gleaming with respect as he spoke. "You're in house of the prestigious Blackwood family, miss". Emilia's head spun, and she held it slightly. Why did the name sound