Elizebeth leaned against the edge of the head sofa as she inhaled sharply and head looked above the ceiling. She spread both of her arms at the head of the sofa while crossing her legs like a mafia boss.
She exhaled the breath slowly. The white ceiling above weirdly brought solace inside her. It made her remember her past. Her dark past. Her past as Olivia Spencer. The forgotten girl or that's what she believed. Only the Emperor would say otherwise. The Emperor of the underworld.
The petite lady was smaller than her with a cute face, wavy hair, colored skin, black shiny hair yet with the darkest black red murderous aura. She managed to turn the table and had the upper card.
No.
Would people believe that if she said the Emperor was the dice herself? The Emperor was the one who held people's life. By the collar or so.