Semua Bab The Billionaire's Sinful Affair (Book 2): Bab 41 - Bab 50

The moment Eva dismissed the breakfast gathering, several figures rose from their seats with barely concealed disgust.Lysandra was the first to leave. Her movements were sharp and angry as she swept from the room without a backward glance, her golden-ringed eyes blazing with humiliation and rage.Ravenna followed close behind. The fae's emerald eyes were cold as they flickered once more toward Emmeline before she turned away with a lethal hatred simmering beneath her controlled exterior."Unbelievable. A human. In the palace. Sitting at our table like she belongs here." One of the male council members muttered to his companion as they made their way toward the exit."The Grand Archontissa made herself pretty clear. We've got to deal with it.""Deal with having that thing as our queen? She's barely more than a kid! Did you see how she talked? So casual. So common."Several others nodded in agreement as they filed out, their expressions ranging from disgust to barely concealed contempt

~Meanwhile~The corridors stretched endlessly before Emmeline as she walked with her jaw set and nails biting so deeply into her palms they threatened to draw blood.The humiliation from breakfast still burned like acid in her veins.Their sneers, reducing her to cattle, a mere pet… replayed with vicious clarity, stoking the fire higher.She wanted to march back, grab that smirking asshole by his perfectly tailored collar, and slam his face into the table. Instead, she channeled her rage into the sharp, rhythmic click of her heels.She was Zavian's mate… she outranked every creature in that room save for Eva, and she needed to start acting like it.Nyx kept pace beside her in measured silence until the corridor opened into a vast junction.Emmeline paused, sweeping her gaze over the unfamiliar architecture.The sheer scale of the palace made her feel small, a sensation she ruthlessly crushed down."My Lady..."The sudden whisper barely carried over the ambient silence, slicing through

Heavy branches snapped in a rapid, violent cascade before a sickening, wet thud physically shook the obsidian paving stones beneath Emmeline's feet.She whipped around, feeling the breath violently expelled from her lungs when the horrific scene materialized beneath the sprawling canopy of the massive oak.Lila lay utterly broken at the edge of the path.Her small limbs were twisted into grotesque, impossible angles, and a dark halo of crimson blood expanded rapidly beneath her head, staining the pristine black stone.Her eyes remained wide open, staring with blind, frozen terror up at the shimmering silver leaves of the weeping willow.For one agonizing heartbeat, the entire world seemed to hold its breath.Then, the manicured hedges rustled as others drifted onto the pathway with unnerving grace, their faces completely devoid of shock.They didn't rush forward to offer aid but instead gathered at the edges of the expanding pool of blood, observing the shattered girl with the morbid,

They navigated a dizzying maze of identical, impossibly grand corridors.Emmeline tried to build a mental map, but the sheer scale of the palace crushed the attempt.She was completely lost, utterly dependent on Nyx to guide her.The vulnerability gnawed at her sanity with every step.Finally, they stopped before a set of towering, ornate doors.Nyx knocked once, then pushed them open."Lady Emmeline, Your Majesty." She announced expressionlessly.Inside, Eva sat in a high-backed chair near a window, a heavy, leather-bound book resting in her lap.She looked up as Emmeline entered, and the weight of her gaze was cold.This was not the woman who had casually defended her at breakfast. Every line of her posture radiated an authority honed over centuries of absolute, unquestioned power."Sit!" The single word carried the weight of an empire. It wasn't a request.Emmeline felt the sheer force of the command push against her chest, compelling her body to obey before her mind even registere

The lesson room was exactly as oppressive as Emmeline had feared.High vaulted ceilings made her feel entirely insignificant. Towering windows let in a blinding, prismatic light that immediately set a dull pounding behind her eyes.At the center of the vast solarium stood a woman whose age was impossible to determine, and whose severe expression suggested she considered smiling a personal failure.The woman stood with immaculate posture, hands perfectly clasped over a gown of austere navy blue.Four noble ladies sat arranged around the periphery like decorative marble statues. Their postures were flawless, their expressions carefully neutral, but their eyes tracked Emmeline's every movement with the unblinking focus of cats waiting for a wounded mouse to finally stop twitching."Lady Emmeline." Her crisp, cold voice cut through the silence like a freshly sharpened blade.Emmeline stopped just inside the door. Exhaustion made the room tilt slightly, but she forced her spine straight.S