CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVÉ

Emma's heart shattered into a million pieces as she watched her Morris fall, her anguished cries echoing through the chamber. The pain coursing through her veins was unbearable, threatening to consume her entirely.

“Why… why?” she choked, her voice trembling with grief and disbelief. “Why take him since he is your son? What more do you want?”

Clive's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure, relishing in the torment he had inflicted. “I want your head, Emma. The power that lies dormant within you isn't yours. And now, there's no one left to protect you. No one to stand in our way.”

Emma's anguish transformed into a seething fire within her, a burning rage that pushed her beyond the brink of despair. With a forced determination, she rose to her feet, her tear-stained face a mask of fierce resolve.

“You will have to kill me before you get it,” she declared, her voice filled with a potent mix of grief and courage.

Clive's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers d