Emelia’s Pov My breath caught in my throat. I was used as a shield? A shield for who? Nora? I stared at Elijah, his words slicing through every illusion I had left.“What are you talking about?” I asked slowly, though dread already crawled beneath my skin.He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he watched me, waiting for me to catch up. My brain started to think, to try to understand where he was coming from but it screamed only one answer and it was... I whispered, “Nora…”Elijah smiled, but it wasn’t warm. It was the kind of smile someone wore when they had seen too much.“You're finally seeing it.”The pieces fell into place. Amelia’s voice echoed now in my head, “Nora is more of a RedField than you’ll ever be.” I mean, I already had the inkling that Nora was a RedField and I was probably not. After all, Nora had the resemblance. But now… it didn’t make sense.If I was stolen and she raised me as a RedField, then why work so hard to keep Nora’s origins in the shadows? Why was h
Emelia's Pov “But… I don't understand. If she had suddenly brought a child home, there's no way that Edward wouldn't know about it. She didn't show any signs of labour, nothing so how come…” “Amelia is smarter than you give her credit for. She's not a dumb woman, especially since she had planned for months to get close to that pregnant woman. The woman was naive, she thought she had truly found a friend. Amelia intentionally said she was in her last trimester as well so if she brought home a baby, no one would speak about it. Before the whole plan started, Amelia lied that she was already pregnant. She faked pregnancy symptoms and asked for a vacation, that is where she met that woman. So because she was in a place with only a servant with her, Edward wouldn't have been able to know anything.”I could feel my heartbeat in my ears.“After Amelia had stolen the baby, she ran back to Edward, telling him that she had given birth and brought the baby as a surprise. Things were going well
Emelia’s Pov “Not… Not by blood?” I repeated, “Are you joking? Elijah, I'm going crazy with everything this man is telling me. Why aren't you saying anything? Why aren't you denying it?!” I glared at him. But no matter how much I looked at him, Elijah didn't say a word, instead, he met my gaze with his own and that told me everything that I needed to know. “You… You truly aren't… You aren't a RedField?” I asked, directing my question towards Elijah. He sighed and nodded. “No, I'm not.” “Then… Whose child are you? How did you end up at the RedField's if you aren't one of them? How come you became the eldest son of the RedFields? If you aren't, then there's no way that family would have left you alone without doing a thing. Why…” “Why do you think I've been abroad all these while?” He cut me off, stopping my ranting. My eyes widened slowly. Wasn't it because he was going to head the company abroad? That was the reason that I had been told. Was it something different? El
Emelia’s Pov Alexander stared at me for a moment, long and quiet. His eyes weren’t just looking at me, they were assessing me, as though trying to decide what I could handle. He reached for his cup again and took a sip, then slowly placed it back down. His fingers tapped against the porcelain. “Are you sure…” He began, his voice smooth and eerily calm, “That you’re ready for the truth, Emelia? Some people go their entire lives preferring the comfort of lies.” “I’m not one of those people.” I replied, firmer than I felt, “If there’s a truth, I want it. I deserve to know.” He leaned back slightly, folding one leg over the other as his gaze grew sharper, more focused. “I admire your courage.” He said, “But courage without preparation can be dangerous. Still if you insist. Then I'll tell you.” I nodded once, jaw tight. My heart was already pounding, and I wasn’t even sure why. But every fiber of me knew something was coming, something that would change everything. Alexander
Emelia’s Pov Elijah didn’t answer. He only pulled open the car door and gestured for me to get in like some kind of chauffeur, even though he was definitely enjoying the mystery he was building up. With a sigh, I climbed into the backseat, not because I trusted him completely, but because I was too curious to back out now. The inside of the car was cold, the leather seats soft beneath me as I buckled my seatbelt. Elijah slid in after me, tapping a few things on his phone before giving the driver a short, clipped instruction.“Majestic Crown Hotel.” He said.I stiffened. That sounded extravagant and very suspicious if I might add. The car pulled away from where it was parked very smoothly, gliding through the streets while the city passed us in a blur. I stared out the window, feeling the tension settle back into my shoulders like a weighty shawl. I didn't like not knowing things. Especially when it involved Elijah and cryptic meetings with vague “people.”After a few minutes of sile
Emelia’s Pov Liam and I walked out of the house minutes after Damien left. Jeremy was right behind us, he stayed within a close distance but it wasn't very close at the same time. “Emelia.” Elijah called out and I stopped, then turned to look at him. He was smiling, like an argument hadn't broken out seconds ago. He didn't even look like he was fazed by it at all. “Yes?” I tilted my head, wondering what he had to say to me. Elijah stared for a while, then turned to Liam. “Can I borrow her for a bit?” He asked Liam who blinked twice in confusion. “Um… Why are you asking me?” Liam glanced at me, then back to Elijah, “She's here. You can ask her if she wants to go along with you. It's not as if she listens to everything that I say.” He mumbled the last part under his breath. I snorted and crossed my arms. Elijah chuckled, “Well… Amongst all of us, you are the one she likes the most and you live together so it's only normal that I get your permission to take her somewher