Chapter 40: Heaven and Earth Turned Upside Down (Part 1) Please subscribe for collection

  The dim yellow oil lamp flickered with a faint flame, casting an eerie glow on the mottled walls.

  Emma bit her lips hard, the white teeth biting out a thread of fresh blood from her lips. Her thin arms were propped up against a huge body in front of her, and her dark brown hair was scattered across her forehead, with only a pair of angry and desperate eyes burning in the midst of her hair.

  Schiller smiled with his mouth open, he looked like a sturdy brown bear, **his body, the yellow-brown chest hair was messy in front of his chest, just like his master's eyes, containing a hint of lustful air.

  Schiller's strength was great, one hand holding Emma tightly in place while the other reached under her skirt to rip at her underwear.

  "Stop struggling, your father is dead, who else can protect you?" Schiller sneered, the saliva dripping from his icy teeth making him look like a rabid beast. "Look at your sisters, do you want them to end up like your father, a pile of rotting flesh that no one cares about?"

  This sentence pierced Emma's heart like a sharp sword, she turned her head and looked at her sisters who were kneeling in the corner of the wall with tears in their eyes. The oldest was only twelve years old, and the youngest was only six years old. Under the intimidation of Schiller's guards, they huddled together, trembling with fear, and crying.

  Trannel Wester died and Emma's world turned upside down.

  Having lost the protective screen of his father, Schiller became unscrupulous and these days he came to harass this widow and her children every day with his men, while the neighbors around looked on but dared not speak out.

  After several days of harassment, Schiller saw nothing but Emma's icy gaze. He finally couldn't hold back and decided to take drastic measures.

  Although he didn't have much power, it was enough to intimidate this family of widows and orphans. Even if he forced himself on this beautiful and moving young girl, it wouldn't bring him much trouble.

  Schiller panted heavily, his every breath making Emma feel sick to her stomach. Her small chest heaved rapidly as she gazed at him with the same terrified eyes as her sisters.

  Why is it like this?

  Why did everything become like this?

  Emma let out a long sigh and slowly closed her eyes, no longer struggling.

  Schiller had been worried about the girl's stubbornness and tenacity, but now that she had given up resisting, he was overjoyed. The hand holding her down relaxed, and he went to undo his pants.

  Emma's eyelids trembled slightly, and countless scenes intertwined in her mind, from childhood to adulthood, her father's words and smiles, even the big quarrels with her mother, and the scenes of taking care of her younger sisters, all flashed by like a lantern slide.

  It is only when you lose someone that you realize how important they were to you.

  Father is dead, this family is finished, I am also finished...

  Emma's heart was filled with a wry smile, the images in her mind flashing by like lightning. Just as they were about to fade away, a figure suddenly appeared before her eyes - mysterious black hair like the night sky, deep and profound eyes like the ocean, a robust and powerful physique. He was agile as the wind, swift as lightning, standing tall and unyielding like a majestic lion on the savannah.

  His black hair was like a lion's majestic mane, fluttering in the wind, and it was as if an indelible mark had been branded into Emma's soul, causing her to suddenly open her eyes.

  Emma was terrified, why did I think of him?

  Although Emma heard from others that the black-haired man she met that night was Tang Jie, who had escaped from prison, and her father had also died because of him, her current situation was also caused by his appearance.

  He is a devil, he is an evil spirit from hell!

  In Emma's mind, a deep and powerful voice was frantically screaming, You even saved him, you saved the man who killed your father!

  But in her mind, there was another voice whispering softly, "No, it can't be him. He also saved me once. His eyes were so gentle and he looked so brave and powerful. How could he be the evil devil who killed my father? There must have been someone else who killed him. He is innocent."

  The girl felt like she was being torn in two, almost madly, but when she opened her eyes and saw Schiller had just taken off his pants, Emma shuddered all over, and with a burst of strength from who-knows-where, she rammed her knee into Schiller's crotch!

  "Ah!!"

  Schiller let out a blood-curdling scream, clutching at his groin, and tumbled off the bed, thrashing about on the floor like a madman.

  Emma bit her teeth, quickly got up from the bed, ran to a corner of the wall, lifted up a mat hanging on the wall, and crawled out from a broken hole.

  This was originally a hole that her father had locked her and her sisters in the house, not allowing them to go out, they secretly dug out a small hole, just enough for one girl to drill out, but adults can't drill out.

  Emma crawled out of the hole, her face showed no signs of fear or terror, but her eyes were filled with fright and apprehension.

  Her previous action was just an unconscious act of resistance, she didn't think about what would happen afterwards.

  But all this is too late now.

  Schiller's guards were heard in Emma's house, asking in terror and Schiller's angry roar: "Bring her to me, I'll tear her apart with my own hands!!"

  Emma shuddered all over and didn't dare to stay any longer. She ran barefoot on the bluestone road, her feet flying fast.

  The sky of Dam City, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the cold moonlight shines on this frail girl, like a dark and empty stage, with only one spotlight shining on her, she is so lonely and helpless.

  Unbeknownst to her, Emma had already been crying profusely, but she was forcing herself to hold back her voice and not let out a sob.

  To her, crying and wailing would only make her enemies think she was weak and vulnerable, and had no other use.

  Behind her, Schiller's guards shouted and chased after her, their heavy footsteps getting closer and closer, like a vengeful ghost grasping tightly at Emma's heart!

  Run, run, run!

  Emma could only run desperately, but she didn't know where she was running to or where she could run to.

  She could only feel the pursuers behind her getting closer and closer, their urgent and violent panting seemed to be right behind her back, but Emma could only run desperately!

  Just as the guards were about to seize Emma, a four-horse carriage suddenly came rushing out of an alleyway beside the street.

  Emma saw the carriage at a glance and rushed towards it without hesitation.

  The one driving the horse carriage was a middle-aged man in his fifties, who looked at the girl rushing towards him like she was crazy, and was so frightened that he pulled hard on the reins, shouting "Whoa..."

  The four tall horses galloped with a force of several thousand pounds, but were actually pulled back by him with one hand, kicking their hooves in the air and letting out a loud whinny. The entire carriage suddenly came to a halt, stopping abruptly.

  The middle-aged man glared at Emma and burst into a furious scolding: "You bastard, are you looking for death?!!"

  Emma's eyes were filled with tears, she looked up at the groom, that kind of pear blossom in the rain pitiful and sorrowful was truly touching, let alone the old slave?

  Ma Fu's anger suddenly decreased by three points, and his tone also softened a lot: "Don't you know that you would have been trampled to death by the horse just now?"

  He also wanted to say that the pursuers behind Emma had arrived.

  These pursuers took a look and saw that the four-horse carriage in front of them had every horse white, with not a single mixed-color hair to be found on their bodies, extremely majestic. Just the price alone would be at least 500 gold coins. For ordinary people, getting one such horse would be enough to boast about it everywhere, treating it as a treasure and cherishing it like a precious jewel.

  These fine horses were actually used for pulling carts!

  And what's more, four horses at once!

  Who is so extravagant as to be devoid of heavenly reason?

  The pursuers' minds were a bit dizzy, and their eyes turned back to the groom, only to find that although he was just a groom, he was wearing silk, satin, and velvet, and the handle of his whip had a thumb-sized ruby inlaid on it, shining brightly under the night sky! But what caught people's attention most was not his attire, but the aura and eyesight emanating from him.

  That was a kind of unbridled, disdainful aristocratic aura, especially his eyes, sharp and full of intimidation, an eye that ordinary people couldn't learn to pretend.

  Its master must have an extraordinary background and strength to be so majestic and intimidating!

  How can a groom have such an aura?

  What kind of person is this?

  The pursuers were stunned!

  "What's going on, Karl?"

  A warm and gentle voice like jade came from the carriage, making people feel as if they had drunk a pot of warm sweet wine on a cold day, feeling refreshed all over, with fragrance in their mouths and noses.

  Mafukar withdrew his sharp gaze, turned around and respectfully said to the woman in the carriage: "Madam, a girl collided with the horse carriage, and there are some guards chasing after her... What do you think?"

  Emma stared blankly at everything in front of her, suddenly she had an epiphany, and knelt down in front of the horse carriage, kowtowing non-stop, her forehead hitting the bluestone floor with a loud thud: "Please, take me away, I can do many things, please take me in!"

  The girl's voice was mournful and tearful, her frail figure like a small white flower swaying in the cold wind, evoking a sense of pity.

  At the door of the car, a white hand like jade stretched out from the bead curtain, soft and boneless, revealing a hint of sensuality and charm, plump enough to make every man who saw it skip a beat: this hand was already so charming, what would this woman look like?

  The woman lifted the beaded curtain, took a glance at Emma, and fell silent for a moment, as if sizing up the girl. She suddenly smiled: "Let her come up, I'll take this girl..."

  Carlton's gaze towards Emma changed, with a hint of sigh and sympathy. He nodded slightly to Emma: "Did you hear? The lady asked you to go up."

  "Ah..." The pursuers shouted, feeling suffocated with anxiety.

  What kind of people are you? When we're not around, you dare to talk about taking someone away right in front of us?

  Karl didn't wait for them to finish speaking, he just gave them a cold glance. He waited until Emma climbed onto the carriage before letting out a cold snort and whipping the reins to leave.

  These pursuers suddenly became anxious, and this allowed Emma to escape. If they went back now, wouldn't Schiller skin them alive?

  One of them with a loud voice asked: "Sir, please don't make it difficult for us. Even if you just tell us your name, that would be good enough for us to go back and report!"

  "Yes, sir, just let it go!"

  The pursuers had already made up their minds that the owner of this horse-drawn carriage was either rich or noble, and certainly not someone they could afford to provoke, so they let out a chorus of wails.

  Karl sneered, lashed his whip and drove the carriage away swiftly. His voice still came clearly: "You don't even recognize the countess's carriage? Then you deserve to be punished!"

  "Countess?" The pursuers looked at each other in dismay, but could not help bursting into loud curses.

  "Pshaw! What's with this countess? So arrogant? Even the Duke of Bisceglie doesn't have such pretensions!"

  "It's true, isn't it? A count is two ranks lower than a duke. What's she being so arrogant about?"

  The pursuers were indignantly talking, when a weak voice cut in, abruptly interrupting their conversation: "I wonder if she might be the Countess of the Kelsman family?"

  The pursuing soldiers who were still indignant just now suddenly became silent as cicadas in winter!

  They recalled the aura of wealth and grandeur of that carriage, and the astonishing demeanor of the coachman, and suddenly their legs felt a little weak.

  An earl is indeed two ranks below a duke, but Bisqueleur may be the Duke of York, but that woman is the Countess of the Ponde Empire!

  The Ponde Empire is the most powerful country in this world, with the strongest military power. However, the economic operation and lifeline of this empire are not in the hands of the king, but in the hands of a family!

  This family is exactly the Kelsmann family!

  The Kaiserman family has a butler who is more powerful than any earl of a subordinate country!

  "Emma was taken away by the Kelsman family... The pursuers stared blankly in the direction of the carriage as it disappeared into the distance. But what is the illustrious Kelsman family, the illustrious Countess, doing in a small town like Dam?"

  A faint scent of musk wafted through the carriage, and the cold moonlight shining through the beaded curtains illuminated a woman's three-tenths profile, making her skin as white as snow and her complexion as smooth as silk. Her other seven-tenths face was hidden in darkness, elegantly seated, exuding an air of mystery and nobility throughout her entire being.

  Emma opened her big round eyes and looked at the woman in front of her with a frightened and tense expression.

  The carriage flew rapidly along, and in a short time Emma saw through the blinds that she had already passed by the door of her former home.

  She opened her mouth to ask the carriage to stop, but when she saw the dark red blood flowing slowly out of the doorway like a small river, her mouth closed tightly again. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably and tears were welling up in her eyes.

  Her family is finished.

  Her life is over too.

  Emma knew that when a man named Donnie appeared in her world, her ordinary and dull world had collapsed, and her life had undergone earth-shaking changes.

  What should I do next?

  Two updates are done, go wash and sleep, by the way, stretch out your hand to ask for some flowers from the young masters, new year's auspiciousness.