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Chapter 71 - Among the Dead

Author: Olivia GW
last update Last Updated: 2024-09-14 13:47:09

Isabel’s POV

The moment the brooch appeared on stage, my heart skipped a beat. I knew what it meant, not just to the auction, but to Emerson. It was more than just a piece of jewelry. It was a symbol of his family’s legacy, a treasure passed down through generations.

I felt his eyes on me instantly, burning with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. When I met his gaze, it was as if he wanted to kill me. The fury in his eyes was unmistakable. A storm was brewing behind that steely exterior.

But instead of fear, I felt something else—defiance. I wasn’t going to let him control me. Not anymore.

I gave him a provocative smile, one that I knew would only fan the flames of his anger. Then, without a second thought, I got up from my seat and walked out.

What happened next, I told myself, had nothing to do with me. Let him seethe. Let him rage. Let him bid until he gets it—or not. I was done being the passive participant in our twisted dance.

Outside, the cool night air hit me l
Olivia GW

This is a key turning point of their relationship. Emerson is not so bad, he also has unspeakable secret. But, he still has to pay for what he did.

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