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Freda spoke, her voice cautious, "Emily, what happened to you? Are you... possessed?" Emily's laugh echoed with a chilling malevolence, sending a shiver down Scarlett's spine. "Oh, dear sister, possessed is such a crude term," she replied, her voice now laced with an unsettling darkness. "Let's just say I've embraced a new path, a new source of power. It's exhilarating, really, to feel the rush of this newfound strength surging through me." Scarlett's mind raced, searching for answers, trying to make sense of this surreal situation. She couldn't deny the unease that had settled within her. The Emily she knew would never speak in such a manner, never revel in dark powers that seemed to consum

"What?" "Why are you playing with my emotions?" Emily smirked. "It is fun."

He spoke clearly not breaking our gaze. “Thanks for clearing that up.” I said leaning back. “Do you want me to take you to your room?” He asked gently. “To my room? How long am I stuck here? I told you before, I am no lady. Find someone else to lock in your dungeon.” I demanded trying to stand, only to sit back down. “I don’t know what you are.” He said honestly. “I am empathic, g****e it.” I huffed crossing my arms on my chest.

Emily's point of view: It was already a whole month, I can't totally recognize myself. The way I talk, walk, speak, dress up, and even eat - isn't the same anymore. It's kind of reminds me of who I was in a while - in a long time while. It's a life that I hate to think about since I believe it's not going to be back ever again. All I know now is that I have no one but myself, and if I want to survive, I need to be a fighter.

Emily blushed, feeling the heat of the bright lights and the pressure of being thought of as a role model. "I don't feel like someone who should be giving out advice," she said, "We all have our own unique path in life, and what works for me might not work for anyone else. I'm very lucky because I followed my dream, and it came true." "And what can you say about your designs?" Laura asked. "They're made for fun-loving and girly girls who want something they can wear every day," Emily said. "I'm wearing one right now." This was a short-sleeved dress with a cute pocket on the front.

“I wonder how we became best friends.” Her face was fixed on her novel as she said the word. She purposely did this to avoid looking at the Becca. “Yeah. I get it, you are still a virgin and you're waiting for the right one.” Becca teased her. Emily raised her head. “I’m only a virgin because I had to train all my life to make a difference in the Alpha world. That is not my fault and it doesn't mean I am being holy or whatever.” she rolled her eyes.

Emily too was tire, she hadn't seen her mom in almost a month and here she was denying them. "She is not going anywhere just yet, not until she tells me why she did it" Summer was not the forgiving type and letting her go like nothing happened was unheard of. "She did it for me" Emily added "Quiet" Kate ordered "Let her speak" Summer said, if the little girl wants to talk then she can, it is her right. "I will tell you myself" she was finally giving up. "I'm listening" Everyone's attention turned to Kate "You were the only one with a story, it was easier with you because your parents didn't Know you so well" she confessed.

But now, knowing that I was finally leaving this miserable place and going back to where I belonged, I felt a profound sense of relief. I had smiled and pulled out the seal. "Harry is refined and sensible. He is indeed better suited to keep the seal." Bella probably hadn't expected me to be so compliant. She looked surprised, but she quickly recovered her composure. "Now that's the grace expected of an empress consort. Don't be so bitter and petty like you used to be." I didn't argue. I knew. In her eyes, nothing I did could ever measure up to Harry. It was better to accept reality than to put up a desperate, futile fight.

The word echoed in my mind before I could filter it. Mine. Not in the fragile way men claim women like possessions. But in the way storms claim the sea. In the way gravity claims the earth. I tightened my hold slightly. She sighed again, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. There was something addictive about this version of her. Not the poised, careful daughter. Not the guarded fiancée everyone thought she was. But this Emily. The one who reached for me. The one who melted slowly, layer by layer.

They pulled away from eachother. Emily didn’t even flinch a single bit. She brushed her hair back with a lazy smirk, sweat were shining on her skin. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this,” she said, voice filled with mock pity. “But maybe it’s better you did. Saves me the trouble of lying.” “This,” she said coldly, “is me finally enjoying myself. You really thought I’d waste my life on a broke nobody like you?”