Chapter 122 - One Hundred And Twenty-two : An Annoying Fly (1/2)

The third point of view.

A noise startled her peaceful sleep.

Emily's eyes snapped open when she heard the door to her place click open. Had a burglar managed to break into her place?

Her room was dim due to the fact she hated sleeping with strong lightning at night.

Heart pounding against her chest yet alert, she adjusted her eyes to the little light while feeling her way around and finally managed to take off the bat from the pegboard hook on the wall.

For a moment, Emily was grateful she had played baseball since childhood, seems like the skill would come in handy now.

Walking on tiptoes, she carefully stepped out of her room after making sure the door didn't creak. If the burglar was in her house, then he would most likely be in her living room, so she headed there.

As expected, Emily found him in her living room going through her stuff, careful not to make a noise. If she wasn't such a light sleeper, she wouldn't have even noticed someone broke into her room today; the thief was definitely a professional.

Hiding behind the door to the living room with clammy palms, Emily tightened her hold on the bat while biting on her bottom lips nervously having known many things could go wrong tonight.

What if she misses her target? Not only would she get robbed but be in danger too, most especially if the burglar assaults her? A huge loss that would be.

Unlike the males in her family who were handled with a primitive approach, she was pampered beyond measure.

Emily couldn't even remember the number of times Niklaus suffered abuse in the hands of their father all in the name of toughening him up while she was treated like a princess.

Well, it wasn't all that surprising since all Spencer males were raised with an iron grip but Niklaus's situation was two times worse thanks to the fact he was the heir apparent.

”If he can't take those beating, he is not worth being a man ” Her papa would say whenever she dared to ask him the reason for his prejudiced treatment.

”Then what about me? Why aren't I treated the same way? ” Emily would ask.

”You are my princess Emily, you are destined not to suffer throughout your life. A beauty to behold and not stained ”

There were only two people on earth Adam didn't joke with and that was She and Isabella. Everyone knew he loved her so much because she was the carbon copy of his late wife.

She was tall but not model-like tall with the irresistible long legs and all, though had a petite build. God must have compensated her height with beauty cause Emily was so breathtakingly beautiful to the point one couldn't pass her by without turning around twice.

With olive-toned skin, she had a heart-shaped face that accommodated thick steep arched brows, straight-edged nose, her pink

rounded cupid bow lips and deep-set eyes with dark blue eyes.

Her lustrous wavy brunette hair cascading down her shoulder added the finishing touch to such a perfect creature. She looked no different from her mother at all!

Thanks to her father's attentive and unlimited love, Emily became the undisrupted princess of the Spencer Group. She was given everything and anything she wanted without asking twice.

At first, she enjoyed the privilege and attention she received but at a point, it became tiring. Though she could be gullible at times, she wasn't that stupid not to notice the flatterers and betrayals posing as her friends.

It was indeed a huge surprise to her that she didn't become tyrannical because of her background, guess her mom inculcated enough morals in her before she died.

During that period, she thought over her life and came to a startling realization that she had only been her mom's replacement in her father's eyes all this while.

So Emily moved out of her father's place, deciding to survive on her own for a while and discover her purpose in life. No, she didn't hate her father at all, despite the fact she was just a stand-in for his wife in his eyes.

But she knew inwardly, her father loves her, not just as a substitute, but as his daughter.

Well, who knew a burglar would break into her new place? She will tighten her security by tenfold if she survives tonight.

Gripping the handle of the bat strongly with both hands, Emily continuously made her way slowly and quietly towards her target who was dressed in dark articles of clothing that camouflaged with the dim environment while his back was turned to her, immersed in his search.

Within a close range, Emily swung the metal bat against the intruder, aiming for his arm but she missed him.

Just as the bat was about to hit him on the arm joint, the burglar suddenly dodged right on time, missing him just by a few inches.

Unfortunately for Emily, she had applied enough force to render him unconscious in the swing, so when it failed, she went awry, slipped, and almost brought herself on the ground had he not grasped her waist on time.

Her brows drew together in confusion, why was the intruder saving her? Wasn't he supposed to knock her out or in the extreme, do away with her so he could cart away with her properties?

But Emily didn't give up such a precious opportunity and strike at once by punching him straight on the face.

She had not been trained strictly like her brother but she definitely picked up one or two moves secretly during his training.