Chapter 8 - Emily Recounts The Terrifying Details Of The Attack
Upstairs in the master suite, Emily sipped a warm cup of herbal tea while Liam sat beside her on the velvet sofa.
The panic in her teary blue eyes had begun to fade into a quiet, steely resilience under Liam’s comforting presence.
“Tell me everything she said before she pushed you, Emily. Every single detail matters now,” Liam urged gently.
Emily set her teacup down on the antique mahogany nightstand, shivering slightly at the chilling memory.
“She whispered that I was a parasite draining the family name, and then she pulled out those silver scissors,” Emily whispered.
“She deliberately cut my pearl necklace so I would trip when she shoved me backward over the banister,” Emily continued.
Liam wrapped his arms around her shoulders, kissing the top of her blonde head with fierce, protective devotion.
“You won't ever have to look at her face again after tonight, I promise you that,” Liam vowed softly.
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Emily leaned into his chest, finding immense strength in the solid, rugged frame of the man who had caught her mid-air.
The bond between them had been tested by fire and malice, emerging unbreakable and pure.
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