Chapter 149 – The Divine's Day
Rome died.
Just like that.
A death no one would mourn. A death that wouldn't change anyone's life. Silent. Humiliating.
A death undeserving of someone who once called himself an Emperor.
And that's the thing—if you ever wish to be the villain in someone's story, make sure you're the greatest villain they've ever known. At least that way… you'll be remembered. Maybe even respected.
But Rome?
He wouldn't be remembered.
Not with honor.
Not at all.
…
Emily and Sophie stood before his lifeless body—unmoved. Unshaken. Indifferent.
Emily felt something she hadn't in decades: freedom.
Freedom from that man.
No one could ever understand how sickening it was—to share the same bed with someone you loathed. To be forced to lie beneath the man who murdered your love. To be stripped of choice, night after night, in the deepest shadows of the palace.
She had hated him.
And now that he was gone?
Peace. A calm unlike anything she had ever felt.
But…
