All Chapters of mate or love?: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

EMMAElijah’s eyes were locked onto mine, demanding answers. Eric and Natalya were about to leave for their rooms when Violet’s voice suddenly boomed through the room."No one is going anywhere. Emma has something to entertain us with," she declared, her voice echoing off the walls.Natalya shot me a look filled with sympathy, while Eric shifted uncomfortably, clearly wanting no part in this."Elijah, sit down and enjoy the show," Violet said, placing a hand on his shoulder.But Elijah jerked away from her touch, his eyes never leaving mine. His gaze burned with intensity, demanding the truth."I’m asking you one last time—why the fuck are you wearing this?" His voice was sharp, his eyes tinged with red-hot rage."Elijah, just sit," Violet coaxed again, her voice sickly sweet.This time, Elijah turned to face her. "Did you force her to wear this vulgar lingerie?" His voice was low, dangerous, barely containing his fury.Violet let out a soft laugh. "No, baby. Why would I force her? I

ELIJAHThe moment I saw Emma standing there in nothing but lingerie, it felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice-cold water over me. My blood boiled, rage consuming me so completely that I wanted to burn this entire mansion to the ground.I had no control over my anger. The beast inside me had already taken over. I didn’t care about being exposed. I didn’t care if Violet figured out that I still loved Emma—that she was my only weakness, the one person who had the power to destroy me.I lashed out at Violet, barely restraining myself from killing her on the spot. She deserved a slow and painful death, not a quick one.And then Emma… she accused me. She said I stole her dignity.I knew it was Violet who had poisoned her mind, planting the seed of misunderstanding. But what hurt the most was that Emma needed proof to believe in me.My anger knew no bounds. I sent everyone away because tonight, Emma would understand—she would feel the depth of my love.I took her to a private room, on

ELIJAHI sat in my room, staring at nothing, replaying the events of the day. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that Emma was no longer mine, my heart refused to accept it.She was mine. She would always be mine.The sharp sound of clicking heels interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. My anger flared instantly—I knew exactly who it was.The woman responsible for all the misery in my life."What the hell are you doing here?" I asked coldly, my voice void of any emotion.Violet stood before me with a sorrowful expression, but I wasn’t fooled. I had seen this act too many times."Elijah, you told me you love Emma," she said softly, stepping closer. "So what does that make me in your life?"I stood up, my face impassive as I met her gaze."I never loved you," I said bluntly. "I regret breaking your heart, but now that you know the truth, there’s no point in dragging this conversation further."Her hand reached for my shoulder, her touch unwelcome."But I love

Elijah"Choose, Elijah. Who do you want to save?" Vincent gave me an ultimatum, his voice laced with cruel amusement.I turned my gaze toward the two women who mattered to me—Violet and Emma.I had never felt so helpless in my entire life."Elijah, choose Violet! She needs you!" Emma screamed, blood trickling from her nose.But my heart had already decided."I choose Emma. Release her now!" I commanded Vincent.Davina let go of her spell, and Emma collapsed onto the floor, groaning in pain. I rushed to her side, cradling her in my arms.Mason was also released from the spell, his body crashing onto the floor with a loud thud."Sweetheart, are you okay?" I asked, my voice filled with concern as I gently cupped Emma’s face.She looked up at me, pain and betrayal shining in her eyes."What have you done, Elijah?" she whispered, her voice laced with agony. "Everything that's happening—it's all because of you. You destroyed everyone’s life."Her words hit me like a dagger straight to my he

Vincent (flashback)Olivia lay motionless on the bed, the sparkle in her eyes long gone. The maids surrounded her, their faces filled with worry and concern."Everyone, leave," I ordered firmly, my voice echoing through the room. This moment belonged to Olivia and me alone.The maids hesitated but eventually obeyed, leaving us in silence. Olivia made no effort to move. Her eyes remained closed, but I could hear the rapid hammering of her heart.I stepped closer, lowering myself beside her. Gently, I placed a hand on her shoulder. The moment my touch registered, her eyes fluttered open, revealing a sea of pain."You’re safe now, sweetheart," I murmured with a reassuring smile, though my heart ached at the sight of her suffering.Her gaze darkened. "I want him dead," she said in a hollow voice, void of any emotion.My jaw clenched. Even after four years, her wounds were still raw."Don’t worry, my love," I vowed, my voice unwavering. "I promise to bring his head to your feet. I swear to