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 89: The Hidden Heirloom
The early morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow on the dining table as I carefully unfolded my mother's letter again. Every word on the fragile page felt like a whisper from her—a reminder of the connection we shared, even across time. Damien sat across from me, his coffee untouched as he studied my expression.
"We're missing something," I said, scanning the letter for what felt like the hundredth time.
Damien leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. "Your mother wasn't one to leave things to chance. If she wrote about this, she wanted you to find it. We just need to figure out how."
Sophie entered the room, a clipboard in hand. Her usual efficient demeanor softened when she saw the letter in front of me. "Still working on your mother's mystery?" she asked, setting the clipboard aside.