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The intel Alexius sent through to me when Emilia was getting ready, put everything into perspective. I now know why Ivan got close to me, and it’s not just because he’s working for someone else. He’s a disgraced Bratva heir who altered his appearance, and his sister just so happens to be a woman who cared too much for me…. Or rather, the woman who grew to have an obsession with me and what we never had. Now Emilia is heading up here, guns blazing, thinking I’ve lied to her about something. She’s going to be a wolf with a sore tooth when she comes in here, so I have to be honest about everything.

Her shoulders relax, and she gives me a grateful look. “Thank you. My name is Emlda. I am the Goddess of faes and magic, so I am also the Goddess of witches and warlocks.” People swallow when she says that. Milan and Ashless hurriedly stand to bow, but Emlda waves her hands. “That will not be necessary.” She says, looking at Ivy insead and sighing. Ivy in turn crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. “Goddess Emelda..” “Please, just Emelda. We are all family.” She answers with a small smile, tearing her eyes from her angry daughter. Ivy’s aura is building to something suffocating and dangerous. I sigh.

After the servers exited the room, the prime minister looked at Adam. "Adam, tell me what makes you so valuable to Emilio that he brought you to Spain and welcomed you in his home?" Adam took his gaze away from Daphnie and said, "Well, prime minister. Only Emilio can answer that question: only he knows what is best for his business." My father smiled at Adam's answer. "Emilio?" The prime minister asked. "Adam owns many successful hotels and restaurants and has the strategic planning skills we need to increase sales. He also committed a serious crime and created a perfect plan to make himself look innocent and have the charges dropped."

Just like that he hung up as I personally instructed Larry to take Em home. "How long did you know about this?" My fury skyrocketed the moment I glanced over the notebook with the capital letter J. J for Julian Millers, Em's dad. I once more looked at the designs ...the very designs that were bestselling in Power Corp for years. Every sketch a replica of Power Corp's.

From the look of it, I could tell it was a confidential one. And the second, I opened the first page… I had no doubt it was. Name: Emmerson Winters. Age: Thirty-two. Marital status: Married. Name of daughter: Emilia Winters. I stared at the name a couple of times, whilst wondering why it sounded so familiar. Yes, I’d heard about Emmerson Winters from the daily news and all… but this was different. It almost felt like I knew him personally, but that’s impossible, right?