Chapter 39

The Party’s Trap

The day of the party came, and you could feel the tension. Emma got out of the car, her heart pounding, as Victor’s grip on her hand tightened, giving her comfort. The mansion in front of them, grand and imposing, was more than just a building tonight, it was the battlefield where they would face whatever challenges lay ahead.

“Remember, Emma,” Victor whispered, his voice steady and calm. “Every smile, every word, everything you do tonight is part of the game. They’ll be watching us closely.”

Emma nodded, swallowing her nerves. As they walked inside, the crowd of elites parted, their whispers trailing behind them like shadows.

“Isn’t that her?” a woman muttered.

“What’s she doing here?” another hissed.

Victor ignored the murmurs, his posture calm and commanding. “Let them talk,” he said softly to Emma. “It means we’ve got their attention.”

They walked into the grand ballroom, and instantly, every eye was on them. The chandeliers above sparkled brightly, but the tensio