Emelia’s POV
The silence that followed was deafening. At this point, there was no need to pretend or hide. Everything was out in the open, and honestly, I felt good about it. I felt happy about myself.
“Thank you,” I told Amalia as calmly as I could. “For taking my problems, for emptying my trash, and for helping me clean up the mess I was too blinded to see.”
Her lips parted, maybe to curse, to lash out another angry insult, but she quickly closed them.
“Father, I... I want to have a private chat with you,” Dante murmured, but Adrian did not step away from me; rather, his arms pulled me closer, making me lean further into him.
“I can’t leave my wife in a den of wolves on her own. Speak,” he ordered, and I could feel the nasty glare from my parents.
“I want my things back,” Dante utt
