The Return of Emily
Author: Perfect Pen
last update2025-09-06 05:27:46

The night pressed heavy around the Lee mansion, its garden lit by lanterns that glowed like pale moons. Jason stood on the gravel path, hands shoved into his pockets, every muscle taut with the storm he carried inside him. He’d rehearsed a thousand things to say, but the moment he saw her, all the words dried up.

Emily.

She stood under the arch of roses, her hair spilling down her shoulders, her silk dress clinging to her frame as though even the fabric feared letting her go. Her eyes found his—and the ache in them was sharper than any insult he had endured in this cursed family.

Her lips trembled before she spoke. “You shouldn’t be here, Jason.”

Jason gave a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, I keep hearing that. Funny thing, though—this place owes me more than it owes any of them.”

Emily crossed her arms, as if bracing against him. “Please, don’t start—”

“I’m not starting.” He stepped closer, the crunch of gravel punctuating his words. “I’m finishing. Tell me one thing, Emily. Just one.”

Her
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