Semua Bab THE BRIDE MY STEPSISTER GAVE AWAY: Bab 11 - Bab 17

“A woman with no status has no right to bear the Blackwood name.” The words shattered the silence the moment Emma stepped into the grand dining hall. Every eye turned toward her. Her feet froze. The Blackwood family’s dining room was even more magnificent than the rest of the mansion. A long mahogany table stretched across the room beneath glittering crystal chandeliers. More than a dozen members of the Blackwood family were already seated, each dressed in expensive designer clothes. Emma suddenly felt very small. Richard Blackwood looked around the room. “I invited you all here because it’s time you officially meet Damien’s wife.” No one applauded. No one smiled. Instead, they studied Emma from head to toe as if she were an object on display. A middle-aged woman wearing a diamond necklace placed her wine glass on the table. “So…” “This is the woman Damien married?” Her tone dripped with disappointment. Richard’s expression hardened. “Yes.” The woman laughed softly.

The ballroom buzzed with conversation as the orchestra played softly in the background. Emma stood beside Damien, trying not to let the attention around them overwhelm her. Business executives, investors, politicians, and media personalities filled the luxurious hall. Almost everyone seemed to know Damien. “Mr. Blackwood.” A middle-aged businessman approached with a smile. “It’s an honor to finally meet your wife.” Damien nodded politely. “This is Emma.” The man extended his hand. “Mrs. Blackwood, congratulations.” Emma shook his hand with a warm smile. “Thank you.” As the evening continued, Damien introduced Emma to several business partners. She listened more than she spoke. Whenever someone addressed her, she answered politely and confidently. Her calm manners gradually impressed the guests. Not everyone was pleased. Across the room, Vanessa Blackwood watched with narrowed eyes. “I don’t understand,” she muttered to Victor. “She’s supposed to embarrass the fami

“Mrs. Blackwood, don’t go outside!” Emma stopped halfway down the staircase. She turned to the maid. “The young woman is still waiting?” The maid nodded nervously. “Yes, Mrs. Blackwood. Security won’t let her in, but she refuses to leave.” Emma frowned. “I’ll speak to her.” Before she could take another step, Damien’s deep voice echoed through the hall. “No.” Emma turned. He had just walked out of his study, his expression calm as always. “You don’t know who she is,” he continued. “It isn’t safe.” Emma looked at him in surprise. “I’ll only be gone for a minute.” Damien walked toward her. “If someone has business with the Blackwood family, security will handle it.” Emma hesitated before nodding. “Alright.” Damien looked at the head of security. “Find out who she is.” “Yes, sir.” The guard hurried outside. A few minutes later, he returned. “Sir, the woman left.” “Did she give a name?” “No.” Damien’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Check the security cameras and fi