Love At First Sight

Betrayal in the Dark

While the streets are empty Or two distant cars rumbling as Emma walks along. Trying to process everything that had been revealed to her. She replayed Marcus and Lena's words in her mind, a mixture of drunkenness, laughter, and details coursing through her veins. Her country is connected to something much bigger than she ever imagined. The weight of the inheritance rests on you.

While she was driving Her phone suddenly rang in her bag. She called and saw a message from Liam: “See you at the used bookstore in an hour. We talk precisely

Emma hesitates after Marcus tells him about Liam's side. She wasn't sure she could trust him anymore. But a part of her besides remembering the warmth His kindness Still hoping that maybe he would be different. Perhaps he is not as concerned with this bagunça as Marcus says.

She sighed, putting the phone back into her jacket. She couldn't ignore it. If you want to survive She needs to know where everyone is. She answered accurately.

This old bookstore is a relic of a bygone era. Reinforced windows and peeling paint give the store a strange, abandoned feel. Emma pushed the heavy wooden door open. Campenaya went gently over Tilintu. When you go in, A made from old paper and wood panels gives off a nostalgic feel.

Liam was already there. It sits on an old shelf. With his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes darted towards them. And for a period of time There was nothing but silence between them.

“I didn't think I'd see it,” he finally said in a low, cautious tone.

Emma shrugged. Trying to control her sobs “You said we needed to talk.”

Liam assentiu, his expression unreadable. “I heard you were in contact with Marcus.”

His accusations against Tom did not go unnoticed by her. Emma's heart opened as she remembered Marcus' warning. “It was disgusting,” he admits. “He told stories... Tell me things about my country.”

“And you are certified?” Liam's eyes darkened. His jaw shrank. “Marcus has his own agenda, Emma. He's manipulating you.

“Maybe,” she replied, almost giving up. “But you're not innocent about all of this, are you? I know about the formula. I know what you and Noah really want.

Liam's chest hardened. “It's not that easy.”

“Then explain it to me!” Emma's voice trembled with irritation. “Why are you doing this? Why are you so desperate to destroy something my country has worked so hard to raise?

Liam sighed heavily. Brush dark hair with your hands. “Because it's dangerous, Emma. You have no idea what kind of chaos this formula could cause in the wrong hands. Their country — God bless them — is bright, but I also trust them. They don't look at the general picture.”

Emma's chest opened, a mixture of and sorrow swirling within her. “And Mr. Acha, that I destroyed is the answer? Are my country's estimates accurate? And are they trying to help people?”

Liam De went another step wrong, his voice softening. more stable "You have to trust me, Emma." I'm trying to protect you. This formula...is not something the world has prepared for. And if Noah laid his hand on it He would use it to his own benefit. People will suffer.”

Emma swung her head and handled it slowly. “I know nothing more than giving credit.”

Flashback:

She remembers the last Christmas that happened to the country. Are they happy or lively? The father of laughter while dancing with the mother for his cousin, the love that one has for another is clear or pure.

“Dear Emma. Come help me decorate!” His mother called, his eyes sparkling with joy.

Emma Ryu feels safe. they felt loved. They were a normal family, or so she thought. Looking back She realized that there was always a secret. What her country hides Even from you

“I want to talk to them,” Emma whispered, more for herself than for Liam. “I want to ask them what they think.”

Liam's expression softened. “I know you miss them. But you have to believe me when I say that the best way to honor their memory is to avoid having your work cause more harm than good.”

Before Emma could answer The campaigner above gave Toku another shot. She sighed, her heart pounding in her throat. An elderly man, about 30 years old, entered the library. Cold eyes surveyed the room. He wore an elegant suit. And his appearance immediately caught his attention.

“Emma,” he said in a softer, more concerned tone. “You have put in a lot of time.”

Emma Kongolu calmed down a bit, “Yes?”

The man smiled but couldn't meet his eyes. “I am Damio. I have worked with your country.

Liam steps forward. His body was tense. “What are you doing here, Damian?”

Damian's smile widened. “I will offer Emma a school.”

Emma narrowed her eyes. “What kind of school?”

“You can run away. Hiding from the truth Or you can join me and discover all the contributions of your country. Can he give you an answer? Emma, I can show you things that Marcus and Liam will never reveal.

Liam stood in front of Emma, his cheerful voice warning. “Didn't you hear him, Emma? He is dangerous

Damian his eyes shifted between the two, “Oh Liam, I'm still trying to save the bank or the hero, I understand, but you have no idea how much I deserve Emma. She deserves to know why her country sacrificed her life.”

Emma's heart beat fast in her chest. Her mind was whirling with confusion and fear. What is esse ? And he knows about different countries. How can there be so many? She thought about Liam and didn't know what to do.

“Emma,” Damian said softly, his voice hypnotic, “come with me, I can give you the answers you need.”

Liam held her hand firmly but gently. “I don't trust you. Please, Emma.

Emma's breath caught in her throat. Separate the two men standing in front of her. I see you here searching for answers. But now she stood with even more uncertainty.

Next chapter:

Who is Damian? And what connection does he have with Emma's country? Will Emma follow him to find out the truth or will she stay by Liam's side? What new dangers will arise when she digs in without getting past her family?