Chapter 47 - the shattered illusion
marcus was completely trapped, but the toxic venom in his veins refused to surrender quietly. he pulled a small, concealed revolver from his coat pocket, his hands trembling violently as he aimed it at the formidable queen of the sterling empire. "this empire belongs to my bloodline!" marcus shrieked hysterically, a pathetic tear of absolute despair rolling down his wrinkled face. "your mother stole my throne! i should have made sure she was dead in the snow!" emma didn't even flinch. inheriting the unbreakable, terrifying composure of her parents, she slowly stepped forward until the barrel of his gun was inches from her chest. "my mother didn't steal anything from you," emma replied smoothly, her voice completely devoid of fear. "she built an immortal legacy out of the freezing ashes you left her in. you are nothing but a forgotten, pathetic parasite who wasted his entire life consumed by greed." the absolute, crushing truth of her words hit marcus harder than any bullet. his hands shook uncontrollably, his final illusion of power violently collapsing under the sheer, undeniable weight of her absolute authority. the reign of his terror was over.
👉 read part 48 to see the ultimate punishment delivered.
