Seeing her unbothered about her presence left a bitter taste in Emilie's mouth.
She had expected resistance. Expected discomfort. Expected at least a flicker of insecurity.
But Emily sat there as though she belonged as though nothing about this place, this status, this life was borrowed.
She was quite certain of Emily getting smug, and seeing her so smug was the greatest pain she ever felt.
It was supposed to be her who received attention from everyone.
It was supposed to be her who should be fawned over by females while the males were supposed to gush over her beauty.
It was her who was supposed to sit and enjoy the special care of luxurious places and the Sterling name as her biggest backer.
But Emily had stolen all, just because of a marriage certificate that was never hers and never supposed to be hers.
Because Lucian seemed obsessed with her.
No matter how bitter Emilie felt, she still smiled sweetly.
