Emelia's POV
"You're such a conniving bitch!" Lily screeched as she took angry steps towards me. "How can you be so hell-bent on ruining my life?!"
Mason stepped in front of me, acting as my shield. "Watch your mouth, Miss Lily." His tone was cold and had an edge to it I hadn't heard before. "Don't think I'll let you get away with disrespecting Emelia as you've done before. I won't be as forgiving."
That just made Lily even angrier as her expression mirrored that of a feral animal ready to pounce on her prey. A baffled laugh escaped her lips for just a moment before her eyes locked on me.
"First Victor, and now him? Just how many men do you have wrapped around your finger, huh? Have you no shame? How long has that been going on?" Lily motioned between the two of us.
I stepped out from Mason's protective stance between Lily and I and approached her myself. "You've got a lot of damn nerve to accuse me of anything!"
"You want to talk about me being conniving after everything you've done?!
