My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 8

Emily Blair tugged at her hair, growing impatient, when Emma George suddenly gripped her shoulders, her face tight with concern, voice bordering on interrogation.

“Don’t you get it? No one in the Lane family really wants us here—not even the staff. They look down on us, every chance they get. Your mother’s only hope is for you to finally make something of yourself!”

In her previous life, Emily had heard this speech so many times, it barely registered anymore. It never moved her then, and it certainly didn’t now.

“Mom, I’ve told you before, I’m not going to—”

“Emily Blair! Emma George! What kind of daydream are you lost in now?”

A spoiled, imperious voice cut through the room. Both women turned toward the door. Emma’s expression changed in an instant; she straightened, plastering on a fawning smile.

“Miss Lane, you’re back!”

Emily quietly wrested the suitcase from Emma’s hands, about to shove it under the bed, when the woman in the doorway strode inside on patent heels, stopping right in front of her.

Amelia Lane. Andrew Lane’s cousin. Grandpa Kevin’s only granddaughter.

The family’s darling. Pampered, worshipped, untouchable.

Amelia looked down at Emily with that familiar, haughty gaze, as if she were surveying something beneath her notice.

“If I hadn’t come back, would you two have turned the Lane house upside down by now?”

She fixed Emily with a mocking smile. “Didn’t my brother spell it out for you? He wants you to stay away from him, but you just can’t take a hint. You tail him everywhere—even when he’s out of town on business, you just can’t help yourself.”

Emily stood, meeting Amelia’s eyes with a steady, unflinching calm.

“Ms. Lane, this is my room. Please leave.”

Amelia’s expression twisted, as if Emily had just told a particularly amusing joke.

“Emily, don’t flatter yourself just because you’ve lived here a while. This is the Lane estate, not your home. As for this room, I can go wherever I please.”

Emily’s eyes grew colder. “But at the very least, Grandpa Kevin is the one who gave me this room.”

Amelia’s face darkened. “How dare you talk back to me—and use Grandpa as your shield? Who do you think you are?”

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