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Her breath caught. That voice. It was no longer distorted, no longer masked. It was Emma. The cold realization settled deep in her bones, her stomach twisting violently. Emma chuckled, slow and deliberate, clearly enjoying every second of this. “Did you really think you were important enough for some mysterious enemy to target? I was just having fun with you, loser.” Reigna’s fingers clenched around the phone, her nails digging into her palm. “You—” “Me,” Emma interrupted smoothly, satisfaction dripping from her words. “Honestly, I didn’t expect you to fall for it so easily. But I suppose it just proves my point—you don’t belong in his world. You shake with just a little threat.”

"I think I understand now… why you always felt that way about them." Mia exhaled slowly. "Yeah… and it’s all over now. Maybe when I come back, we can sit down and catch up like old times." "Come back?" "Yeah." He studied her properly now. She was in a white fitted sleeveless jumpsuit with flared legs, a light pink feather jacket, and a white purse. Her hair flowed freely, and to Damien, she looked prettier than ever. "Why are you talking like you're leaving when we’ve only just met again?"

And on her chest, another guard, a gamma named Tomas, knelt sucking greedily at her tits, his mouth latched onto one nipple, teeth grazing the hard peak while his hand kneaded the other breast, pulling a whimper from her. “What the fuck?” The words exploded from me before I could stop them. The guards' heads snapped up, eyes wide with terror. Jax tried to pull back, his face smeared with her juices, but Emma clamped her thighs around his head like a vice, holding him right there against her dripping cunt. Tomas scrambled off the bed, nearly tripping over his pants, which were already undone, his cock half-hard and straining. “Don’t,” Emma purred, her voice dripping with mockery as she locked

Every flicker of life in Henry is gone. Revenge is sweet. Emma—this was for you. And for every girl who had to survive the horrors we were never meant to endure.

Leonardo's POV: My gaze swept across the stage when the emcee announced the next girl, and that's when I saw her. Emma; the beautiful waitress from Vincenzo's nightclub, the girl who almost ended my generation with the knee to my groin. The same Emma who had rejected and stolen from me at Vincenzo's nightclub left me with throbbing pain and wounded pride. Now, she stood vulnerable, clad in red lingerie that hugged her curves, showcasing her beauty; a particular part of me sprang up.

Brandon asked. "I think Emma have." "Then let's summon her to witness and strengthen our case." Ali said. "I'm afraid that is impossible at this moment." Athena replied sadly. "What is the problem?" Brandon asked. "Emma is in the hospital right now, recuperating from the gunshot she received from Quentin." She replied. " Morgana is coming over I hope she has more evidences against him." "Shall we wait for Morgana before we approached Zachary and Theo?"

After dinner with Sara, Emma went to a bar near the hotel where she and Sara had eaten. She sat in a secluded corner of the bar and ordered a cocktail. She thought about her revenge plan. Emma was skeptical; she had made almost no mistakes. She was like a puppeteer, and the rest of them were merely puppets. Emma had done everything she wanted to do, yet they would never suspect they were being manipulated. They believed they were acting out of their own will. They were unlucky—it was bound to happen eventually.

Emma said calmly. She then threw away her sword and took out a pendant. As she looked at the pendant, there was a hint of reluctance in her eyes. When her parents entered the secret realm, they picked up not only the Crescent Divine Silk but also this pendant. Even though she had failed to obtain the Crescent Divine Silk, she had found this pendant. It was a magical pendant, and she had spent some time studying it. "Soul Devourer," she chanted. Hansen felt a chill down his spine. He, a level eight powerhouse, found Emma dangerous. This indicated how terrifying the aura she emanated was. Suddenly, he saw Emma’s future and his face turned pale.

When he added, “Oh you are already dripping wet for me baby girl. I wonder how your body will react when I'll do dirty things with it.” Emma's face was flustered, and her entire body had turned red out of embarrassment. The way Nick was examining her body was only giving her goosebumps. Emma is never scared of pain or torture. She is a top-notch agent with the strictest most training. She can even survive for months without food. But, because of her passion, she always overlooked this part of her life.

He must make some changes. "That…" "Okay," said Emma, she wanted to test her new abilities, and there was one little lamb ready to the slaughter. "I hope you will be a little lenient with me, Miss…?" "Gia Ives," Gia smiled gently but inside she was turning green with jealousy and humiliation. The beautiful silver-haired woman had never made an effort to remember her name. "Then… shall we?" "Yes," Emma was elated, she didn't have to tone down her power, but still the woman before she was no one to underestimate.