She sought revenge on her ex-fiancé but found a love that changed everything.
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Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of nightmares and gun violence. Reader discretion is advised.
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Emilia ran. Her lungs burned, her bare feet pounded against the cold marble floors, but no matter how fast she moved, the footsteps behind her gained. The mansion was endless, its halls stretching into darkness, its mirrors reflecting warped images of herself-frantic, terrified, hunted.
She didn't know how she had gotten here. One moment, everything was fine, and the next, she was trapped in this nightmare where every shadow held a threat. A sickening laugh echoed down the corridor, and she spun, heart hammering against her ribs.
Hallie emerged from the darkness, her emerald green dress shimmering like poison under the dim chandelier light. Her lips curled into a wicked grin, red as blood, eyes gleaming with malice.
"You really thought you could replace me?" Hallie's voice dripped with venom as she took a step forward, a glint of something sharp in her manicured fingers.
Emilia stumbled back, slamming into the wall. "Stay away from me!"
But Hallie only laughed, her fingers tightening around the blade. "Oh, sweetheart. You don't get to just walk away."
A cold breath ghosted over Emilia's neck. She whipped around, and there he was. Chase. His smirk was sharp enough to slice through her. He looked almost amused, twirling a gun between his fingers like it was nothing more than a toy.
"I always liked you better when you knew your place, Em," he said, his tone so casual it sent ice skittering down her spine. "But now? Now you're just making a mess of things."
Her pulse roared in her ears. The walls seemed to close in, mirrors warping their reflections into grotesque distortions. Then, behind them-Henry.
Her stomach dropped. He was caught, struggling in the grip of two faceless figures in black. His golden eyes, usually so full of warmth, now wide with horror as he fought to break free.
"Let him go!" Emilia screamed, pushing past her fear, pushing past Hallie-
Glass shattered as she slammed Hallie into the mirror, the actress shrieking as shards sliced through silk and skin. But the victory was short-lived.
The click of a gun being cocked snapped her head back toward Chase.
"No!" she gasped as Chase pressed the barrel against Henry's temple.
"Oops," Chase whispered, grinning.
The shot rang out like a thunderclap.
Emilia's scream tore through the mansion-
And she jolted awake.
Her breath came in ragged, gasping pulls, her hands shaking violently as she clutched at the sheets. Her body was damp with cold sweat, her heart a wild, caged thing in her chest.
