CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

Emma's heart pounded in her chest, the anguish, and betrayal fueling a wellspring of untapped strength within her. As memories flooded her mind, piece by painful piece, the weight of her past came crashing down upon her.

She remembered the night of her parents' murder—the chilling darkness that enveloped her, the deafening echoes of their pleas for mercy, and the searing pain of loss that had haunted her for so long. The very people she had sought solace in had been the architects of her anguish.

A surge of fury coursed through her veins, awakening a power she had long forgotten. It bubbled beneath her skin, a bolt of energy waiting to be unleashed. With every step she took, the shackles of her perceived weakness shattered, replaced by a newfound determination to fight back.

“You thought you could control me, manipulate me, but you were mistaken,” Emma declared, her voice resonating with a blend of determination and righteous anger. “I may not remember everything, but I remember enoug