The Empire belongs to me

e: "Emma Daniels is Pregna

ss, was plastered across the front pages of every tabloid, g

as the rumors swirled. It was impossible to escape the images of the

, and she became the number one trending

illed patriarch of the Daniels Empire. He was worth billions, and

of whom he adored, but one

was a carefully orchestrated play for power, and

frenzy, Misses Eleanor Daniels, J's wife, sat in her sprawling living room, a satis

ed, with a look of arrogant satisfaction written across her

clared, her voice smooth, but c

lips curling into a smile

the beginning of a

would open a door for her and Lily to finally take control of

, small suggestions at dinners, pushing the right buttons to e

estroying Emma's future and positioning t

ot content with just being Mister Daniels

the twins, Emma and Eva, from the way and then,

for her and her daughter to cement their standing in th

nd, she had never needed her mother. Lily wanted it all. She wanted th

exactly what next she was going to do, which was push for Emma to be exiled from the family because it would make her th

son. As far as she was concerned, her plans were ironclad and

of events, decided to take a walk

ly brought her solace, but today, the beauty seem

. The foggy memories, fragmented and unclear, filled her with a sense of dread. She couldn't shake

of blooming hydrangeas. As she approached, she heard voices – her stepmother and Lily. Her

loated, her voice laced with triumph

spine. "That night at the club was genius, darling. A little so

urging from Lily to join her friends, the unfamiliar faces, the insistent offers of drink

who the father of her child is. Because he didn't even see her face. He slipped out before s

amiss, the inexplicable pregnancy. It wasn't a mistake; it was a calculated plot. They h

anger, and fear battled within her. She wanted to confront them, scream, and unleash the fury that was buildin

ap, a question burned brighter than the fury i

er mind spinning. The tranquil garden now seem

a new resolve was taking root within her. She w

hallway. She walked hurriedly, not knowing who the figure was. And uns

once a symbol of her privileged life, now felt like a gilded cage. She navigated the hallways

living room, her eyes f

d gentle smile, was a stark contrast

ne, would be devastated by this news. Should she tell her

, scheming voices in the garden, the smug satisfaction in Lily's tone.

ce barely above a whisper,

retreated to Emma's room, a sanctuary of plush carpets and soft furnis

orrent of words, her voice wavered with a mix of anger and fear. Eva liste

ice was low but dangerous

o do, Eva. I feel so lost, so betrayed. She tricked me into bel

hand in hers. "We'll fight back, Em

ay laden with delicate pastries, tea and a single, crisp white envelope. "A message for Miss Eva," the maid whispered, her voice hushe

ginning; see you in