scarlette~~~~
Scarlette... I've had enough of this." Emelia snapped, her voice sharp with venom as she let go of my wrist. "Calling you ‘sister’ already makes me want to puke. Regrettably having you as one in the first place is the real shame."
I laughed bitterly, rubbing my sore wrist.
"What? I’m the one who should be disgusted, Emelia. Yet somehow, you’re doing a great job helping me feel my own pain."
"This madness has to stop," Mother said sternly, her voice echoing across. She turned her gaze toward Ethan, who had barely spoken a word.
“Ethan, I can’t tolerate this any further,” she added, eyes cold and commanding.
Ethan didn’t respond right away.
"That’s exactly why I want the wedding to be outside the country," Emelia chimed in, her voice switching to sweet and sugary as she
