“My integrity,” she shot back. He was already her ex-husband, it made no sense. She could lose everything in this fight. Emery valued her reputation and integrity much more than anything. He chuckled darkly. “Integrity won’t get you your company back, sweetheart. But I will. I have most of the information you need.” This was a true fact, he was aware of all her work progress. Emery’s lips pressed into a thin line. She knew what his words meant, he was compelling her to his demands. Darren’s offer made her stomach churn. Aligning herself with someone like him, a man she didn’t trust, whose motives were just as selfish as those of the people who’d betrayed her, felt like stepping into quicksand or better still trying to run faster than a tornado. Both ways, she becomes the victim. And yet, he wasn’t wrong. She had no network, no funds, no way to expose her stepmother’s web of corruption. Her options were shrinking by the day. Every Investor now was sticking to her because she had i
“Because it’s wrong, they did nothing against me,” Emery snapped. “I don’t want to stoop to this level.”Amelia understood the angle her best friend was speaking from. But after thinking about it deeply, she had to admit, this would help her friend. “Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire,” Amelia said softly. “Just think about it, okay?”Emery hung up, her mind no clearer than before. That night, she dreamed of her father, her first true love, the man who’d built their company from the ground up, only to have it stolen from him by the very people he trusted and cared about. Yes, he had betrayed Her mother and her but all her childhood memories of him had been the best. Regardless of his infidelity, he still remained a good father. She saw his disappointment, and felt the weight of his unspoken expectations.When she woke, the decision was made.The next time she met Darren, it was in his private office, a sleek, glass-walled room that overlooked the city skyline. He looked up fr
“We are going on a date tonight,” He stated clearly.Emery sneered, it didn't sound like a request to her. It sounded like a direct command. “A date?” She muttered.Darren nodded, “Yes, a business date.” The word business sparked Emery's interest but a part of her said otherwise. She felt Darren was being careful so she wouldn't reject his offer. Darren knew that Emery would decline in some kind of way if he had asked as she was avoiding him. “Please be ready by noon” Darren completed, he wasn’t waiting for a reply from Emery as he was convinced she’d be ready with his approach when he returns. He calmly walked out leaving Emery in a state of shock and confusion. Emery sat on her bed, her thoughts fully on what had just happened. Darren, who was supposed to be her supposed ex, had walked in on her almost naked, wondering how long he had been in her room and thinking about what he had spoken about them going out that evening. “A date with Darren” she whispered to herself, trying to
Darren furrowed as he heard her thoughts, he wondered what she was actually thinking? “ It's not what you're thinking, just sit and let's have a quiet time together.” He said breaking the suffocating silence. Emery turned her face looking at him, she was currently sweating. He had read her thoughts and that felt creepy. Like a gentleman, Darren pulled out a seat for his woman, Emery sat gracefully. The terrace had beautiful scenery, the buzzling city shone with glimmering lights of different colors. The air felt so comfortable and soothing to Emery's skin.Darren furrowed his brows in a frown; he had just explained himself to her and yet she was still hesitating. He gestured towards the seat, “Come and have a seat, let's have a quiet time to ourselves and enjoy this moment together.”Hearing these words Emery was still very skeptical, she didn't even know what to believe. Sometimes she gets so confused, her relationship with Darren was complicated. A part of her wanted a meaning and
“How did we get here?” Emery changed her question. She felt this was the right way to direct the ways of her confusion. Darren didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a step closer to the water’s edge, his gaze fixed on the flowing river. "I have my ways," he said at last.What did he mean by that? She wondered. Her legs felt weak. She stepped backwards, looking affrighted. She was like someone who had been shot on the forehead. The world stood still. Emery felt her stomach twist. There was something unsettling about all of this. She could swear that it happened in just a minute. "This doesn't make any sense," she muttered, shaking her head. "I was just sitting at that table, we were having our meal. We ended the meal and you held me by my waist and told me to close my eyes….” She stuttered. Emery swallowed hard, she blocked again trying to confirm if she was clearly conscious. “And now, I opened my eyes on your command to find myself in another country?" She let out a sarca
Margaret was no fool, she was back into the company after all, she didn't hand over her post publicly in front of everyone. But she wasn't here as the company's CEO but the deputy. Just as expected Emery was absent. Margaret scoffed at the thought of Emery. Margret sat with her back to her desk, gazing out through the large glass windows of her office. The city skyline stretched in the distance, she could see towering buildings standing from where she sat. But Magret wasn't interested in the city, her focus remained on the daily happenings within the company.From where she sat, she could observe everything, the employees walking in and out, some with determination and others dragging their feet as if it weighed down the burdens of their jobs. She watched as they exchanged hurried conversations, their faces tense with the pressure of deadlines and expectations. Occasionally, bursts of laughter rang out, carefree and lighthearted, but then it annoyed her.Margret’s fingers lay on the
Darren held her and disappeared, Emery shut her eyes tightly. Just like before, she felt a swift movement. All she wanted right now was his command. “Open your eyes,” Darren whispered in her ears. The warm air gave her a tingly feeling, she shivered. Emery moved away from him, her eyes were widely open and they were in a hotel room. The whole place had an exquisite design, just as expected Darren goes for the best. There were very similar designs to that of his mansion but she knew they weren't back. And right now, she had no idea how to get there. Emery's heart edged with curiosity, She was back to the initial question— How? “My phone,” Emery suddenly yelled. “It's on the cupboard,” Emery's face darkened, but asking how now would make her more confused than she is. She searched for the cupboard and found her bag. She didn't need to know any other details—she knew all her items were intact. The whole room became so silent, Emery was lost in thoughts. “I have prepared a hot bat
“Finally,” she said getting out of her car. She felt completely free. The funny part of it all is that no one had an idea who she was.She was related to Emery but her half sister had no idea. A part of her loves Emery even though her mother had tried Inciting hatred .“Small brat;” Nick said opening his arms so as to trap her in his tight hug.She rolled her eyes angrily at him. “Get your ass off my face,”Nick ignored her warning, he had missed his younger sister so much. “Rita darling,” he smiled broadly.Looking at his smile, she was at loss. Let with no option she hugged him tightly. Nick squeezed her tightly like he was a bear with the intention of crushing an hare.“Ahhh!” Rita tried wiggling her way out of his hug. Her action was futile, “You..are suffocating me.” She complained.Nick didn't let go, a thought flashed through her eyes. A mischievous glint sparked through her eyes, she opened her mouth widely gripping his chest with her teeth.Nick yelped moving backwards, he st
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