Aunt Emilia's POV
I can’t believe this little girl. The nerve she has to rub her skin on me like I’m her mother. The thought alone makes my blood boil. I just wish I could land a good slap on her face to put her in her place.
As soon as I got to my room, I let out a frustrated sigh. This place suffocates me, but I have to endure it for now. I must complete my plan as soon as possible and leave this godforsaken house.
I walked around the room, checking every single item. Everything here screamed wealth. The furniture was polished to perfection, and the scent of fresh lavender was in the air. Even the sheets on the bed felt softer than anything I’d ever slept on before. But none of this mattered to me. I wasn’t here to admire the luxury. I was here for one thing only—revenge.
As I was in
