Emily's POV
I screamed, grabbing a heavy porcelain vase from my vanity and hurling it directly at the wall. It shattered into a million jagged pieces, scattering across the floor to join the rest of the wreckage. My entire bedroom was completely destroyed.
I aggressively pushed my hair backward, my chest heaving as pure, suffocating panic clawed at my throat. Nothing—absolutely nothing—was going well for me anymore.
Ilya's grand plan had completely failed. She didn't go ahead with the marriage to Lucian, meaning he was still completely out of my reach. To make matters worse, Knox was actively out to get me.
Nothing was going fucking well, and I was on the absolute brink of losing my goddamn shit.
"No," I whispered fiercely, my manicured nails digging into my palms until they bled. "No, I can't just let this happen. I can't sit here and watch everything crumble."
