Jayden smiled, “You know where my office is?” He questioned. Emery but her lips, her face etched with embarrassment.Hearing the silence at the other end, Jayden laughed, “Uncle understands your worries, I would send you my address.”“Thanks Uncle,” Emery smiled genuinely. Hanging up the call, her phone beeped, Jayden had sent her the address of his office.Emery stared at the huge building in front of her marveling at the sight. It took her almost two hours to get here. This place was located in the outskirts of town. Emery stared at her phone to confirm the address, “You are at the right place,” she muttered to herself.Emery alighted the car heading into the huge building. “I am here to see Mr Jayden,” she politely said to the receptionist, the young woman raising her face as her lips curved into a smile. “You just be Miss Emery Hart, Mr Jayden has been waiting for you, this way please.” The receptionist said leading the way.Emery followed behind her, her eyes darting through the
Emery held her breath, this was bad news to her. “You can't just claim the property even if you are his child. There is no ignorance or excuses of the Law. Even if he drowns the company into the ocean of bankruptcy it has nothing to do with you.” He continued.Emery listened attentively, she knew he wasn't saying all this to hurt her feelings, he was being honest and truthful. “Even if you have records or documents with proof of sabotage, this doesn't give him the Command or control over the company. At most you would be selling yourself to the government.”Emery clutched her dress tightly, she didn't know what to say. This was indeed the bitter truth, “You can claim all your father's assets if there happens to be a conditional clause in your father's will or a forgery in the will or his signature. Or if you can provide a video to clarify your ambiguous testaments.”Emery gave an understanding nod, “Knowing your father for so long, he must have kept something specially for you. You ju
Amelia laughed, “I'm Amelia Grant darling, your business is my business. I'm sure you didn't tell me anything because you prefer sulking all alone like a child,” she teased. Emery rolled her eyes, “It's good to have you back, I won't be lonely, we could go cry together.”“Hell No, I won't do that shit with you. We would go kick that bitch ass, and strip Nick naked. He's nothing but a jerk!” She cursed beneath her breath. "I had no idea it was that bad. How dare they treat you so badly? I feel like pulling Margaret's hair and beating the hell out of her.” Emery let out a hearty laughter, she imagined the scene in her mind–it was hilarious.“We have a lot to talk about, meet me at our usual spot,” Amelia hurriedly said and hung up the call.Emery felt so grateful for this great turn-up. It seemed everything was just falling in pleasant places for her: first, she could get a good professional like Alex, then it was Jayden, now her best friend was back in the country. Emery glanced at
Emery nodded, her eyes fixed at Jayden. "I promise, Cynthia. We'll be careful. And we'll make sure that justice is served."As Emery hung up the phone, a hope felt for a long, long time now swept over her. She couldn't believe how much loyalty her father earned from his employees. It brought great joy in her heart and left her a lasting smile."There are still good people out there who can't be bought with money, we will see the end of this!" Jayden said, patting her on her shoulder. "Right, with all these, we could bring down my stepmother and half brother once and for all; they sure have to pay for this evil."Emery turned to Jayden, her heart suddenly sinking. Jayden knew the look in her face and furrowed his brow. "What is it?" He asked.Emery hesitated before speaking. "It's just that I'm concerned for Cynthia. Even though she knew the risk, she was still willingEmery gets teary-eyed, and can't help her emotions. It was just the feeling that even after her dad died, people wer
Emery nodded in a haste, awaiting further information from him.Mark smiled, “Well, I've been hearing rumors about the company,” He said, raising his hands as a means to get the waiter's attention, "Rumors that your stepmother and half-brother are mismanaging the company's finances."Emery's eyes locked onto his and she saw a spark of anger there. Emery weighed her words, “We can't actually say until we find that out,” she said, sounding helpless. His face darkened. "I had a feeling that something was off," he said. "I've been trying to get some answers, but your stepmother and half-brother have been stonewalling me.” Mr Mark was a powerful ally, and if he was ready to help her, then maybe they really could win. "More Help!" She whispered to herself in excitement.“Ms. Hart, I am a businessman. All I cheat about is making profit, I hate shady people and businesses. So you have to be plain when dealing with me, I'm no fool,” He smiled.Everyone on the table understood Mark's message.
Jayden’s expression became serious. "What did the message say?"Emery read him the message, and Jayden listened intently."We need to take this seriously," Jayden said. "I'll come over and we can discuss what to do next."Emery nodded, though Jayden couldn't see her. "Okay. Thanks, Jayden ."As she hung up the phone, Emery felt a wave of relief wash over her. She wasn't alone in this. She had Jayden , and together they would figure out who was behind the threatening message and how to stop them.But while waiting for Jayden 's arrival, a feeling wouldn't leave Emery alone-the gnawing feeling that someone was watching her. Emery looked around the apartment but saw nothing out of place.But the feeling refused to go away, and Emery knew she had to be a lot more careful. She was playing with fire, and she did not want to get burned.They had barely reached a point where Emery and Jayden had really gotten into the meat of their investigation when, out of nowhere, it was broken up. Th
Alex looked at her and then smiled waiting for an explanation. He replayed the footage. Emery's eyes did not leave the screen as her mind was filled with so many memories. "He is my father's lawyer, he read my father's will after his death."This was the man Jayden had asked her to look for, the important piece in the puzzle. Alex's eyebrow arched. "We need to find him!”Still in utter shock from the revelation, her mind reeled with the shock. Till now, Emery had believed the lawyer was honest and upright. But then again."Why would Margaret be bribing him?" Emery asked, her voice was laced with confusion. Jayden's words reverberated in her mind, so this was what he meant by unraveling something interesting? She had to show this tape to Jayden. He had to see things for himself. “Can I have the video? I want to show it to someone,” Emery explained.“Sure!” Alex nodded.He skillfully transferred the video into a USB drive and handed it over to it. “I would keep the original video, you
Emery made her way to the living room where Amelia was engrossed in the movie she was watching. She carefully placed the fruit and the hot cup of tea on the stool beside the couch.Emery went back to the kitchen to get herself some cookies, looking at the carefully baked cookies she smiled. The pleasant aroma made her salivate.Emery made herself a cup of tea too. She sat at the table, feeling the warm sun stream through the window and light up her breakfast.She ate while she checked her phone for important messages or updates. She browsed through her social media feeds to see the latest news and gossip when a post by her half-brother, Nick, about a board meeting today caught her eye. As Emery's eyes scanned the details of the event, her eyes widened in surprise.Emery finished her breakfast, she cleared the table and washed the dishes.Amelia light songs caught her attention, Emery felt alarmed by it, “Why are you crying? What happened?”Tears streamed down Amelia's face, “He was t
Emery's first breath tastes like remembrance and ash. When she awakens, she sees a sky that is divided in half, half dawn and half dusk, neither of which is subject to the sun. It's a familiar world. However, it is incorrect. Structures tilt where they shouldn't. Streets twist and turn. Trees groan, their leaves glistening like mirrors. Somewhere, a bird's sounds dissolve into quiet as it sings in reverse. The clocks tick, but in reverse. Time seems to be striving to reverse itself. Additionally, the mirrors The mirrors depict her then, not now. Previously. She recognizes faces, but not exactly. Faces with her anger, scars, and eyes and another item. Something more ancient. She staggers along. Before it stops feeling normal, her body feels normal. Her skin starts to blossom as a result of her decision. [If the dagger was Emery's choice:] Her fingers are burning. She casts her gaze downward. Godfire. Her veins pulsate with a sluggish, simmering flame that is bla
It was a lie, the quiet before the storm. In the empty space, three pedestals stood motionless and silent, observing her as if they were gods deferring judgment. A dagger with a black blade that glistened with ancient runes and vibrated with power beyond this world can be seen on the left. It beat. It recalled her. A golden, elaborate ring that shines too brightly for a space this hollow sits in the center. It appeared to be salvation. Or a glittering cage. A dark, smooth, blank, and innocent key is on the right. However, it was the realm's heaviest object. From this distance, she could sense it. As if gravity itself leaned in that direction. Emery stood between them, her lungs hardly remembering how to breathe, her breath seizing in her throat. It's this. The instant the cosmos had been turning back toward. The decision that had always been hers but wasn't just hers. Her hands shook. Not in terror. Using memory. Then— She took a step forward. She extended her han
As soon as Emery entered the mirror-door, reality engulfed him. Under her, the earth glowed like water, shattered like ice, and then came back together as luminous obsidian. Something ancient pumped through the air, not heat or cold. alive. The following step snapped back like elastic, the first one stretching into eternity. Here, the laws of distance did not apply. Or they had been rewritten if they did. Under her feet, symbols glowed—runes that glowed silver, gold, and something darker, like ink derived from the stars. Every time her foot touched down, more of them woke up, igniting a route that changed the more she attempted to follow it. They pulsed with her heartbeat. All at once, high-pitched, guttural, and musical voices murmured in the air. a language that she somehow grasped despite not knowing. "Emery." From all sides and none, her name was spoken. It's more like a remembrance than a hello. perhaps a cautionary tale. She turned in slow circles. “Where am I?”
The reflection moved first.Emery's breath hitched as the image of herself inside the mirror smirked, lifting a hand as if reaching for her. But the movements weren’t hers. The woman in the reflection... her, yet not her... tilted her head in quiet amusement. The golden glow of the mirror intensified, illuminating the fractures beginning to spread across the glass, fine as spiderwebs.Emery stepped forward, an almost uncontrollable pull dragging her in. She lifted a hesitant hand, fingertips hovering inches from the surface. It felt alive. Pulsing beneath her skin like a heartbeat.Her fingers touched the glass.Pain exploded through her skull.A memory... not a memory. A force shoving itself back into her mind.She staggered, gasping, clutching at her head as images slammed into her one after another.A veil of gold and candlelight.Two men standing at the altar. One in the light. One in the shadows.Her own voice, trembling with hesitation. "I choose..."The sound of screams.The Ma
Under Emery's fingers, the metal handle pulsed, sending a constant, throbbing beat up her arm. It seemed warm, almost alive, as if it were anticipating something. For her. The man in the mask spoke in a quiet voice that was slightly tinged with dread. "Are you certain that you are prepared for this?" Emery remained silent. as she wasn't certain. However, the noble was. His golden eyes flickered with delight as he leaned against the splintering frame with his arms folded. His lips curled into a lazy smirk as he whispered, "Go ahead." Don't claim I didn't warn you, though. She gripped the handle with her fingers. She turned it after that. The world disappeared. She was pulled forward by a gust of wind that ripped through her. Everything was sucked up by the weightless, limitless darkness. She was falling for a short, horrifying minute, her heart pounding in her ears, her air stuck in her lungs, and then— She landed. The air was heavy with laughter and music, and the aro
Before she even considered saying it, Emery's mouth came up with the name. It was waiting there, so sure, so familiar. Pain burned through her skull like a blade slicing right through it the instant it emerged in her consciousness. She shook from the sudden pain and gasped, sinking her fingers into the man's arms. The name escaped, barely within grasp. When she touched him, the man tensed. He strengthened his hold on her, as though preparing for the next move. His face was still expressionless, but there was something more in his keen, dark eyes. "Don't think about me." There was something almost regretful in his quiet voice. Emery's breath caught in his throat. "So why do I?" He didn't respond. There was a shudder in the room. The floor beneath them, the lamp, and the walls all wavered and warped like a water-shattered mirror. The tiny light from the carved symbols pulsed in time with the pounding in her head. It was falling apart here. Or perhaps—reforming. Another
Pain.. Emery was startled awake as it burned through her body like lightning. She inhaled sharply, taking in a breath that was too heavy and thick. There was something metallic and harsh in the air, along with the smell of damp stone and earth. Not in the ballroom. Not the manor. She didn't know of any place. With shaky hands on the uneven ground, she forced herself up. stone. The stone is cold, fractured, and wet. She looked up and realized that everything was wrong. She was surrounded by a ruinous courtyard that was engulfed by growing vines. Above, looming stone walls that had been partially defaced by time. The sky was a deep indigo, eternal twilight that swirled like a living creature and was neither night nor day. It shouldn't be here. The mist coiling at her feet dampened her clothing as she trembled and wrapped her arms around herself. Next came— Footsteps. Go slowly. Measured. approaching from behind. Her heart skipped a beat. anticipating the noble, anti
Before her, the door looms, its surface glistening like liquid silver and pulsing with an almost... living pulse. Between it and the two guys observing her, Emery remains still. The man in the mask remains silent, his fingers moving at his sides as though he is fighting the impulse to grab her. But the noble— A slow applause. Deliberate and slow, the sound cuts through the tension like a razor. She spins around. He is present. His golden eyes shine with laughter as he emerges from the shadows at the ballroom's edge. He appears as majestic and untouchable as ever, dressed in deep crimson, but a sly smile is visible on his lips. "You always believe you have options." Not because of what he says, but because she has heard it before, his voice makes her shiver. The world flickers before she can say anything. similar like a dwindling candle's flame. As if reality itself were unraveling. She glimpses something, someone, for a split second. Here she was again, standing
The air changes as soon as Emery enters the room. Her stomach lurches with a sudden, nauseating lurch. Under her feet, the solid floor vanishes. She dives into the shadows. The wind whips past her ears, engulfing her in a limitless emptiness. Nothing remains of the world she was familiar with, including the ballroom, the nobility, and the man in the mask. But the voices are still there. whispers. Sound waves. She feels as though pieces of a life she doesn't recall are etched into her very being. "You promised me." "You betrayed me." "You were supposed to remember." The words encircle her, drawing and tugging. accusing. Then... Impact. Her air is taken from her lungs by the power of the impact as she hits solid ground. The cold stone under her stands in sharp contrast to the oppressive emptiness she just left, and her vision swirls as she breathes. She remains still for a moment. Then she lifts herself up as the world settles. and gets frozen. This location... It