The Unseen Heiress
As the illegitimate daughter in a household that scorns her, Emilia has learned to endure a life of cruel whispers and cold glares. But her fate takes an unexpected turn when her spoiled half-sister disappears on the eve of her arranged marriage. The family forces Emilia to wed the rumored crippled and disfigured groom in her sister's place—an ominous task they hope will rid them of her for good. Yet, when Emilia meets her new husband, Damien Blackwood, she is stunned. This mysterious man is neither crippled nor disfigured. Instead, he’s handsome, powerful, and hiding secrets as dark as her own. With the Blackwood family’s treacherous history looming over them, Emilia realizes she has entered a world far more dangerous than her own home—a world where alliances are built on lies and love can turn into a weapon. As she delves deeper, Emilia uncovers shocking secrets that link her family’s downfall to Damien’s ruthless kin. Now, torn between the man she’s come to trust and the whispers of betrayal around every corner, Emilia must decide: will she seek revenge on those who’ve wronged her or fight alongside Damien to claim her rightful legacy? In a game where love, power, and loyalty are tested, Emilia must face her past to shape her future… even if it means risking her life.
Chapter 72: Healing Wounds
The evening sun cast long shadows across the restored estate, bathing the walls and gardens in hues of gold and amber. I stood by the window of the drawing room, gazing out at the sprawling grounds. A sense of accomplishment mingled with an undercurrent of unease. Though the estate now belonged to Damien and me, the emotional battle I had endured was far from over.
The last few months had tested every fiber of my being. I had fought for my mother's legacy, for justice, and, ultimately, for myself. But now that the dust was settling, I couldn't help but feel the cracks left behind by the ordeal.
Damien entered the room quietly, his presence grounding me as always. He carried a tray with two cups of tea, setting it down on the small table by the couch.
"You've been quiet all day," he said, his voice gentle as he joined me by the window. "What's on your mind?"