Emelia's Pov Her words were designed to burn. But instead of flinching, “Useless?” I repeated, my lips curling into a cold smile, “Tell me, if I were useless, why does my very presence make you so uneasy? Why are you trying so hard to convince yourselves I don’t matter? If I were truly nothing, you wouldn’t waste your breath on me.”The older one, the one with the bun, finally snapped, her composure cracking, “You insolent little girl! You sit here, in this house, only because of blood you didn’t earn! The Yule name is built on discipline and obedience, not arrogance. You are not worthy to bear it.”My temper flared, heat rushing through me as I leaned forward, my words hitting like knives, “Discipline and obedience? No. This family is built on fear, on hierarchy, on crushing anyone who dares to rise without permission. You want me to bow? To smile sweetly and accept whatever scraps you throw at me? Not happening. If I am to be a Yule, then I’ll do it standing tall, not crawling like
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