97. An unwilling Exchange

Ema's pov -

The vision of Abigail in Michael's arms is bothering me. That place was mine. Why is Michael so tough to grab? I enter my room.

As I sit in the dimly lit room, William enters with an air of frustration surrounding him. He glares at me, and I can't help but smirk, knowing that his plans to separate Abigail and Michael have failed time and time again.

"So, William, still struggling to break up the perfect couple?" I taunt, unable to resist poking fun at his consistent failures.

His grip tightens around my chin as he glares at me, his eyes burning with anger. "You think this is amusing, Ema? You think you can mock me and get away with it?" he warns in a low, threatening voice.

I can feel the heat of his anger against my skin, but I refuse to back down. "Come on, William. Admit it. Your schemes have been nothing but a series of failures. Abigail and Michael's love is unbreakable, and you can't stand it. So, you should confess that you can't give me Michael." My gaze is sharp as