Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 565 It Was Their Tum to Die

Dreams weren’t her sanctuary from reality. She never knew when she might relive that event in the wilderness in her dreams again.

The wound where William shot the arrow at her had indeed healed, leaving only a coin–sized scar. Yet, with every heartbeat, the pain in her chest still throbbed. Each bear w

reminder of that event

Emelie took a deep breath, and her eyes suddenly turned red as she exhaled. “I don’t know, Wesley, I don’t know how to face it.”

She didn’t know how to face Greta’s death, the pain of the arrow wound, the destruction of her family, and William’s attempts to take her life. There were too many questions, and she couldn’t find a single answer.

Why did these things happen? Why did she always have to endure such things?

Emelie sat on the floor. The wooden boards were cold and hard, and the chill crept up her limbs. The mirrors around her reflected her trembling body.

Even her voice was shaking. “I feel like I should have died that day”

Emelie was supposed to be the most resilient. No matter how much William tried to crush her, she never bowed her head nor did she ever feel defeated. But now, all she talked about was death, like a faded old photograph that was gray and lifeless.

Wesley knew she was in great pain. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been in a coma for so many days post–surgery. The doctors said she had no will to live at that time.

really let her forget everything about Capebatt City and start anew, he would let her hide in her cocoon forever.

the day and sat hugging her knees through the night until dawn. She couldn’t let go of those things. She

red, but

red, but there were no tears. She had probably cried too

out, but do you really want

trembled, and she

she really

want to let those

really want that?

could she possibly want

if she were struggling to break free from

die, I’ll take the Middleton family, the Davis

Why should they

Pierce family 26 years ago and then forced the Hown family to their deaths 26 years later. Who did they think they were? What did they think

a lamb to the slaughter, a rabbit in a trap, or a bird with no branch to cling to within range of a

since she hadn’t died 26 years ago and didn’t die 26 years later, it was now their tum to

and hatred in her eyes, which were something he had never seen so

a wolf that would stop

hard. “This isn’t just about the Pierce family. This