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It was a woman, her posture poised but hesitant, as though she wasn’t sure if she was welcome. “Can I help you?” Emilia called out, her tone friendly but cautious. The woman turned, her features becoming clearer. She looked vaguely familiar, her face etched with the lines of age and experience. “Emilia Cain?” the woman asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Yes,” Emilia replied, stepping closer. “And you are?” “I’m Vanessa Clarke,” the woman said, her words hanging in the air. “Adrian Clarke’s sister.” Emilia froze, memories of Adrian’s threats and the chaos he had brought flooding back. “What are you doing here?”

Demetria explained. Clarice went silent. Is this really her calling? To punish bad people? "Five minutes are up, Clarice. Decide now!" Demetria demanded an answer. Clarice closed her eyes for a moment, suddenly hearing desperate cries of help from children and women from afar. "Clarice, people are losing their lives! Hurry up with your decision!" Demetria snapped with urgency in her voice. Clarice opened her eyes. "Alright, take me there now!" Demetria smiled. "About damn time!" she said in relief, grinning in elation. She immediately waved her hand all over Clarice, enveloping her in a transparent jelly-like invisible shield.

Her consciousness flickered like a faulty flame. She was dimly aware of Dante standing in front of her, shielding her body with his own, his voice shouting orders. She heard Luka’s growl as he tore through the first wave of witches. She heard the cry of the High Priestess as she was thrown back by a surge of dark magic. And then—beneath all of it—a new voice. A woman’s voice. “Emilia.” Soft. Familiar. Too familiar. Emilia forced her eyes open through the pain. The haze parted for a moment, revealing a figure stepping through the smoke. She wore a long, dark cloak, and her golden hair fell loosely around her shoulders. Her eyes shimmered like liquid silver in the moonlight.

He glanced down, annoyed, then froze. The screen showed a picture of Claire, her face horribly disfigured with fresh bruises and streaks of blood. The text message below it flashed ominously "Don't mess with Emily, else…”

And there—slightly behind, almost cautious—was A young woman. Long dark hair, elegant posture, the faintest smile. “Madre de Dios.” Alia whispered. She stubbed the cigarette out violently and called, “Emma! You need to see this.” “What is it now….” Emma scowled. Alia jabbed her finger at the screen. “Look. Look!” Annoyed, Emma leaned closer and immediately it was as though the world stopped. It's impossible, it can't be. But the face on that screen—those eyes, that mouth….

With her usual gothic makeup and lips curled into a cold smirk, she leaned toward the camera. “Poor little Emilia Clarkson,” she said, her voice syrupy and cruel. “Thought she could play with fire and not get burned, huh? Well, you messed with the wrong person.” Her eyes glinted with mischief, and as expected, the comments exploded beneath the live feed—laughing emojis, insults, slurs—she was the one behind the scandal. Goddess... My breath came out in shivers. My hands trembled so hard I almost dropped the phone.

Physical abuse was written all over her Mrs Gray didn't realise the door was opened, she was still very far away from reality In those few seconds, Claire did something only a sick, depraved individual would do She took pictures because Donald would like something like that, because for some reason, he loved to know the not so pretty details of the Gray household And she loved giving them to him Because he seemed to love her more “Mrs Gray, its— it's me Claire” Emilia's eyes were finally able to focus on the woman standing in front of her, and her mind which was out of her body a while ago came drifting back

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

she said with a smile while I forced a smile back hoping that I don't come off very different from the original Demetria who might have been friends with this actress. "When did you get out?" she asked but somehow her tone managed to be condescending, replying to her seems impossible as I found my lips sealed. As I stared at her trying to read her body language I noticed that the faces around began to multiply, initially, I had ignored the look on their faces when I arrived but now it's more obvious, at first I had thought they were just surprised to see the actress back to work after almost dying from a head concussion, could it be that they hate her, am I in the body of a hated person, tha

I swear my heart stopped for a second. Emilio killed Claire????