The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 292

Natalie's words hit Emma like a sledgehammer. What scared her the most wasn't the shouting or accusations—it was the realization that she still hadn't heard from Sky all day.

Sky had always been the one to answer her calls immediately, no matter the time or situation. This kind of silence was unprecedented.

She knew today was Natalie's welcome party. Before she'd been injured, she had overheard William giving instructions to the staff about the party arrangements.

She'd even concocted a plan to ruin it—injuring Marcus and implicating Sophia in the chaos, then exposing the "truth" during the party to destroy Natalie's reputation.

But nothing had gone as she envisioned.

Instead, her plan had unraveled completely. The horse had gone wild, injuring not just Marcus but her as well. Flash's death had devastated her, and Gabriel's arrest had left her panicking. She had no doubt now—this time, there was no way out.

If only she'd had more time. Emma was convinced that with just a little more planning, she could have executed her scheme flawlessly, leaving no loose ends.

"Emma Walker, please cooperate and come with us," one of the police officers said firmly. At Marcus' subtle nod, two female officers stepped forward, placed Emma onto a stretcher, and secured her.

"No!" Emma cried, thrashing in panic. "I'm a patient! I'm injured—I can't leave the hospital!"

Her movements sent sharp pain shooting through her body, forcing her to gasp in agony.

"If you keep struggling, you'll just hurt yourself more," Natalie said lazily, watching from the side with a faint smirk. Her tone was casual, almost bored, but there was a clear undercurrent of mockery. "Don't kill yourself before they even get the chance to question you."

Emma glared at her, fury and humiliation boiling over. She finally understood—this wasn't just about taking her to the station. This was about making a statement, a spectacle for everyone to see.

The welcome party was nearly over. Everyone in their social circle now knew Natalie as the Walker family's true daughter. Emma, who had once held that position, hadn't even made an appearance. It was as if she'd been erased.

Worse yet, she knew what would come next. The media would tear her apart. The headlines would expose her cruel schemes and paint her as the villain who tried to harm the rightful heir.

Everyone she once called a friend would abandon her. No one would dare associate with someone who had fallen so far from grace.

Natalie had left her with no support, no allies, and no way out.

"You're heartless," Emma hissed, her voice shaking with rage. "You little tramp! You deserve to rot in hell! I never did anything to you, and you destroyed me for no reason!"

Marcus' voice cut through the air like a blade. "Take her away."

The officers nodded, their professionalism unwavering. "Mr. Holden, Ms. Walker, we'll handle it from here," one of them said before they wheeled Emma out of the room.

The moment Emma was out in the hallway, a barrage of flashbulbs lit up her face. Microphones were shoved toward her, reporters shouting questions over one another.

"Ms. Emma, is it true you hired someone to commit murder?"

"Is it true that Marcus Holden broke off your engagement because you drugged him?"

"What were your intentions in drugging him—were you planning to force him into marriage?"