The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 232: | will kill them all.

Desperation, fear and hunger eventually led Emmah to an unexpected place. The residence of a family that she

never wanted to meet in her life. The Bumblebart’s.

Emmah had stood outside in the cold for thirty minutes, hesitant about knocking on the door of the house. Snow

had buried her feet as she contemplated on coming face to face with the very man she had rejected and the

woman his hand had been cut off because of her.

When Emmah beca Windrider, she had instigated Lysander to help her get rid of the Bumblebart’s. He had

paid someone secretly to kill them. In the end, Mr. Bumblebart’s legs had been broken and his mother’s left hand

had been cut off. If they knew she had been involved, they would probably beat her.

Nevertheless, she had decided to try her luck for she had nowhere else to turn.

She had taken a few deep breaths before knocking on the door and when it was opened, she had started sobbing

immediately. Her luck had worked, only Mr. Bumblebart was hand he invited her inside. As it turned out, his

mother had returned to her paternal hand she would not return to the city until the following year.

Emmah had been relieved until Mr. Bumblebert’s sinister intentions shone through the smiling invitation he had

granted her as he welcomed her into his wolf den. He had been aware of what she did to escape the Windrider’'s

and the fact that she had stolen their family heirloom.

He reminded her that she was now a wanted thief, all that was left was for her identity to be disclosed. The price

for her stay and loyalty to him was simple: her body.

Emmah has strongly considered killing him, but she could not do so wantonly, not while she needed to hide and

feed off of him for a while. She had thought about the fact that she had already given herself to Benjamin.

Benjamin was now a useless tramp card, whether the king died or lived, his future was now bleak. Her only

option was to join the Fairfax’s. But on that night, she needed shelter. Sleeping with Bumblebert willingly was

better than being forced by a filthy beggar on the street.

So, she had given in. As she lay on her back, on the small bed which had a rough mattress that scratched her

back as her body was plundered, Emmah thought about how she had cto such a point in her life.

Nothing had gone right in her life from the day she returned to the capital city as Roland’s savior. Sigrid Thorin

had stood in her way everywhere, at the royal castle and on the mage estate. The Thorin’s had also been

responsible for the downfall of the Windrider’s leaving her homeless.

The idea that Sigrid had stolen all the things that belonged to her grew in her mind. As they grew, so did the

hatred which swirled liked a cyclone inside of her heart.

It was not just Sigrid that she hated, Roland, the king, Mauve, Mrs. Elsworth, Lady Betsy, Thalassa, Firron, the red

knights, king Raff, Romilda, the Lord mage, every mage in the kingdom, the Bumblebart’s, both mother and son.

She also detested the Windrider’s, the Fairfax’s, the Evermore’s and so many other people and noble houses.

As a matter of fact, she hated Eldoria and she had been filled filled with many regrets for having transmigrated

into this world. She lacked a family, friends, love and power. She had nothing.

As Mr. Bumblebert had released his seed inside of her, groaning in pleasure with tears running down his eyes,

she had screamed as well. The scream that had cout of her mouth had been released from the depth of her

soul.

"I will kill them all." She had thought to herself. Every last Eldorian was not worthy of being alive. This continent

did not deserve to exist and she would be the one to blow it all out of existence.

She had spent the night with Mr. Bumblebert and he used her body two times more in the night and once before

he left for work in the morning after instructing her to cook dinner.

Emmah had immediately started searching his house for money and valuable items. She didn’t plan to take

anything, she simply wanted to know where Mr. Bumblebart kept his wealth in case she needed to go on the run.

She had also found the deed to the house, it was hidden with other documents under his mattress. Emmah

decided that if she did have to go on the run, she would sell the house too.

She dressed up, got something to eat and then left the house. The day she had received her mother’s letter

which revealed the identity of her father, she had done sresearch on the Fairfax’s. With phones and internet

it was rather easy to keep a track of his movements. There was nothing nobles loved to do more than show off

lately.

They showed off their expensive

houses, wardrobes, farms, horses

and other things that iy Gwned

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Lord D i as not the exception.

Every morning, he visited the closest

coffee house to his family estate with

two of his brothers and three friends.

They had coffee and discussed the news, everything from politics to entertainment.

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After that, he visited a gentleman's

club owned by Princess Romilda and

engaged in different activities like

swimming, horse [repre

ait ang otheGct vities. He had

lunch there or at Little Thorin and

then he attended to private business

which meant touring the docks and

checking sships. In the evening,

he would go to a boxing club or

brothel. If not, he visited his one of

the three courtesans he maintained.

If he did not have a party to attend, he would stay there and return hbetween ten to twelve in the night.

Knowing his routine, Emmah waited around the corner by the coffee house for him to show up. She made all the

arrangements to facilitate their accidental meeting and prayed for her luck to work.

As long as she beca Fairfax, she could have a starting point from which she would be able to conquer the

world. She would coax her grandfather the count and impress him with her great ideas on how to conquer

maritbusiness.

She would design new boats, ships

and yachts that had never been seen

before and expand neg pmiho m

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airplanes more magnificent than

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Solandor’s big magic flying ships.

Then, she would convince the old

man to let her inherit the business.

Emmah pulled on her cloak and smiled as she imagined the bright future that she was going to have. Why blow

the continent up when she could just becempress of the world?