The Warlord's Revenge

Chapter 127

The Confrontation

The words echoed in Emma's mind, a haunting whisper that held her rooted to the spot. Maria’s ultimatum was clear, but facing Victor now, after everything he’d just said, after seeing the love in his eyes, felt like stepping onto a battlefield. She was trapped between his loyalty and the inescapable shadow of her past.

As Victor studied her face, his brows creased with worry, he reached out, gently cupping her face. “Emma, talk to me. Don’t let this poison us. Whatever you’re holding back… let it out. We can face it.”

She felt her throat tighten, her resolve wavering. How could she tell him? How could she reveal the darker parts of her life that the media had twisted into ugly, sensationalist stories?

Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “Victor… what if I’m not who you think I am?”

A shadow of confusion flickered across his face. “What are you talking about?”

She turned away, wrapping her arms around herself as if shielding against the blow she was