Emma could hardly believe her ears as the courtroom erupted in noise. The judge’s gavel had barely fallen when murmurs turned into a loud murmurs, echoing off the high ceilings. She stood frozen, unblinking, as the judge’s final words looped in her mind like a broken record."You are free to go."The phrase seemed unreal. Free? The case had been thrown out?She was still in a daze when a pair of arms encircled her. The familiar scent of lavender and home enveloped her as her mother pulled her into a tight embrace."God, you're free, Emma," her mother whispered, her voice breaking into sobs that wracked her whole body. Emma felt her mother’s tears dampening her shoulder, and she slowly lifted her arms to return the hug, her movements stiff and mechanical as if she were afraid she might shatter this fragile reality.Her mother pulled away, her eyes red and shining with tears, and Lucas was next. He wrapped her in a bear hug, his breath warm against her ear as he murmured, "It's over, Em
Emma chuckled, glancing from Lucas to the woman sitting on the couch. The silence from both of them was deafening, and her laugh tapered off into an uneasy smile."You're joking, right?" Emma's smile faded, replaced by a frown as she searched their faces for a hint of humor.The woman shook her head, her expression grave. "I'm not joking."Emma's fingers flew to her forehead, massaging her temples as if she could knead away the absurdity of the situation. Her eyes narrowed, and her breathing became shallow and rapid."Is this why you brought this crazy lady here?" She spun to face Lucas, her eyes blazing with a mix of confusion and anger. "What are you trying to do, Lucas?" Her voice rose, her frustration boiling over. "What are you trying to do!"She lunged at him, her open palms striking his arm in a flurry of hits. "Mr. Mario has been nothing but good to me," she cried, her voice cracking. "Why are you doing this?" Her hits grew weaker as she broke down, sobbing into her hands.Luc
"You're not the mother of Dexter's child," Lucas scoffed, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Davina."Too bad I am," she retorted, her voice trembling. "You ruined my relationship. He was always talking about you, always looking up to you. I got jealous. I hated it. He wasn't giving me the attention!" Her voice rose to a scream, tears streaming down her face.Lucas could see the anguish etched on her features, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked like a woman on the edge, every word dripping with years of pent-up resentment. "I got pregnant out of desperation, hoping he would just want me more, but it was the biggest mistake I ever made," she continued, her voice breaking. "I slept with someone else because I was so mad at him. He found out and left me. It's all your fault!" She shook her head, slowly sinking into the sofa, her head in her hands. Her shoulders heaved with each sob, the weight of her regret pressing her down.Lucas stood, his mind reeling from her confession
"**Mario Rodriguez, founder of the Tirany cartel, father of one of the most powerful hitwoman in New York and Italy**," the first line of the document read, and Emma's heart plummeted.Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through the file, each line a revelation. Mario’s involvement in money laundering, drug trafficking, girls trafficking, and a myriad of other crimes painted a horrifying picture. Yet, despite the details of his illegal empire, there was no mention of her. Emma's mind raced.Could Lucas have been mistaken about Mario's intentions? Was he wrong about the threat to her family, or was Mr Mario simply more cunning than they she realized?She couldn't bear to think of the extent of Ethan’s crimes, the countless lives destroyed. But the most pressing question gnawed at her: who had sent this file, and why now?Emma let out a shaky breath, tossing the blanket aside and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. The cool floor sent a shiver up her spine as she stood. She beg
The steady beep of the unresponsive line gnawed at Emma's patience as she dialed the number again and again. She bit her lip, frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior.With a heavy sigh, she tossed the phone onto the bed and rose to her feet. Shedding her clothes, Emma walked into the bathroom, each step heavy with the weight of her thoughts.As the water streamed over her, she closed her eyes, letting her mind drift. She let out a loud sigh, the sound echoing off the bathroom and rubbed her temples, trying to make sense of everything that was going on.Finished with her shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and padded back to her room. She dressed in a simple T-shirt and shorts. Stepping into the living area, she noticed Davina still seated on the couch, her face a mask of indifference. Emma’s lips curled in a disdainful scoff as she glanced at the clock; it was a little past 4 PM.Ignoring Davina, Emma walked to the kitchen, her footsteps echoing softly on the hardwood floor
Emma blinked once, twice, willing the mark on Davina's arm to disappear. It stubbornly remained. She squared her shoulders, hands planted firmly on her hips as realization dawned on her, her gaze piercing through Davina. "What are you doing here? Why are you here?" Her voice was sharp, demanding an answer.Davina sat up slowly, confusion etched on her face as she tried to meet Emma's intense stare. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her shirt, a telltale sign of her unease. "I don't understand what you're talking about," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She shuffled back, trying to put some distance between herself and Emma's accusing presence.Emma's eyes narrowed. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," she said, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "That's why I'm asking you, nicely, why you're here.""I'm waiting for Lucas?" Davina said questioningly and Emma scoffed."It makes a lot of sense now. Daddy's perfect pet, doing his dirty work for him, isn't it?"
Emma stood there blinking, trying to process what she had just heard. The words echoed in her mind, a jumble of confusion and disbelief."What do you mean I should talk to my mother?" she asked slowly, each word measured as if speaking them too quickly might cause them to shatter. She turned to face Davina, whose expression remained frustratingly calm, almost detached.Davina's eyes held a glimmer of something—pity, maybe?—as she spoke. "Because you're not who you think you are. Your whole life has been a lie, Emma." She paused, letting the words sink in. "Maybe if you knew the truth, you'd let this all go. It's not my place to tell you, so talk to your mom. She knows what's up."Emma felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips as she tried to mask her unease. "Find a better lie next time," she retorted, her voice edged with sarcasm.Davina shrugged nonchalantly, her indifference like a slap to the face. "Whatever you say. But if I were you, I’
"Emma, please don't let us do this now," Mrs. Kathy pleaded softly as she approached her daughter. Emma instinctively shifted away, her body tense as if her mother's touch would burn."Who is my father, mother?" Emma's voice cracked with raw emotion. Mrs. Kathy sank onto the nearest couch, tears streaming down her face. She wiped them away hastily, but Emma remained unmoved, her eyes locked on her mother."Did he ever know you cheated on him?" Emma's words were slow and deliberate, dripping with bitterness. Hatred swelled within her, washing away the warmth she once felt for her mother. Mrs Kathy shook her head."I never cheated on your dad," Mrs. Kathy's voice trembled as she spoke, her gaze fixed on Emma. "I mean... I don't even know what to call him now to you. But I never cheated, Emma."Emma's brow furrowed in confusion. "Then what happened?""I was raped, Emma," Mrs. Kathy began, her voice wavering with pain. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to compose herself. "I was kidnapp