Eve’s POV
As soon I arrived at Stefan’s mansion, I was greeted by the sight of Emilia storming toward me, eyes blazing with anger and hatred.
“You stinking b***h!”
I rolled my eyes to myself. What now?
But before I could voice out my thoughts, Emilia reached me and a sharp slap echoed across the hall as Emilia’s hand connected with my cheek. The forces and pain caused me to stumble back a step and my face stung from the blow.
My eyes widened with shock and rage as I straightened my posture to stare at her again, my hand feeling the affected cheek.
“Are you insane?! Have you gone mad?!” I screamed at Emilia but she wasn’t done. In a flash, she grabbed a glass of wine from a passing servant and, without hesitation, threw it in my face.
I gasped as the cold liquid soaked through my
