All Chapters of My Darling Superstar: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Emily had never felt this furious in her life.The anger burned so fiercely inside her chest that she could barely breathe.Ever since she stepped back into the Adam mansion, every decision regarding her future had been made without her permission. Old Master Frederick announced her wedding as if he were discussing business. Warren spoke about marrying her as though she were already his possession. Even the servants seemed to know more about her future than she did.Nobody had asked what she wanted.Nobody cared.The realization hurt more than she expected.Tomorrow.Tomorrow she would supposedly marry Warren.Tomorrow she would be tied to a life she never chose.The bitterness rising inside her throat almost made her laugh.How ridiculous.It was her wedding.Her future.Her life.Yet she was the only person excluded from deciding it.Old Master Frederick favored Nancy.Everyone could see it.Nancy could make mistakes and receive forgiveness.Nancy could scheme and still be protected

Emily saw Charles’s eyes flickered. She was satisfied for a moment but then she could only praise him because it didn’t last. Hail to this man. Hail to his strong self-control. Emily felt her body was burning. It was too hot even though she was almost naked. So, she started to unclasped her bra. Charles saw it all. His jaw was clenched. “Emily… Stop it. I don’t want you to regret anything tomorrow.” Charles had his fear. He knew he would give in if she could continue it. His control was starting to break. He kept on clenching his fist to his side. His knuckles turned white because of this. That’s the only way to keep him sane. “Oh Charles, just stay there. If you don’t want me, then just stay there and watch me then but never ask me to leave tonight. That won’t happen.” Emily said while she was covering her boobs with one arm and swirling her bra with her finger until it flew and landed the sofa. Charles could clearly see her healthy chest. Her deep cleavage and round tits. The scene

Emily woke up first still entangled with Charles. The room was still smelled with the scent of after sex. Until this morning, she still could not believe that Charles and she did the impossible if not only her body was in real pain. Charles didn’t stop until morning. Like he didn’t give her rest. One and another. He just stopped when the sunset appeared and she just had only an hour of sleep if she wasn’t mistaken. They did more than 10 rounds and Charles seemed so much of energy. She didn’t even know when did he stop or maybe he stopped because she collapsed. Charles was a beast causing the all the pain in her body. Even a very light of movement, she did feel the pain.She gazed at him with a tenderness that almost frightened her. If he opened his eyes, she would lose the chance to admire him so intently. She like this kind of view in the morning. If only they could be a real couple. But that was a dream she had long accepted as impossible.Last night, she feared Charles would cast

Warren, Old Master Frederick, and Emily all witnessed the moment.“You wench!” the old man roared, his voice shaking the walls. His cane pointed directly at Emily, his fury boiling over. “You… what have you done? Was this all your plan?” His words dripped with venom, each syllable meant to cut her down.His face twisted with rage as he advanced, cane raised high. “I took you in, gave you shelter, and this is how you repay me? You seduced my grandson while Warren was away. What kind of woman are you?”Emily’s breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t move. Her body was frozen, rooted to the spot as the old man loomed closer, his cane lifted, ready to strike.“What else should I expect? A cheap thing will never change. You deserve to be punished!” His shout thundered through the room.Emily squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the blow, for the pain that was about to follow. But it never came.Silence.She opened her eyes slowly, her heart skipping a beat. The cane was inches fro

The old man’s cane struck the floor again, louder this time, the sound echoing like thunder across the room. His face was red with fury, his eyes sharp as blades.“Charles!” His voice roared, shaking the silence. “Do you dare defy me? Do you dare throw away your bloodline, your legacy, your brother, for this girl?” His words dripped with contempt, each syllable heavy with authority.But Charles did not flinch. His hand remained locked with Emily’s, his grip firm, his gaze unwavering.“You think you can choose against me?” The old man’s voice trembled with rage. “I built this family. I raised you. Everything you have is because of me. And now you stand there, challenging me with a woman who has nothing? You shame me, Charles. You shame this family!”The room was tense, every breath held. Warren’s face twisted with anger, Nancy’s eyes burned with jealousy, and Emily’s heart pounded in her chest.Charles stepped forward, pulling Emily with him. His voice was calm but carried a dangerous