Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 357

**TITLE: When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 357**
**Chapter 357: Chains of Retribution**

“You—”

Celia’s voice trembled, not just from the words she spoke but from the sheer fury coursing through her veins. The anger was palpable, a living thing that made her body shake uncontrollably.

With a swift and brutal motion, Emma hurled Celia to the ground, the impact sending a jarring thud reverberating through the air.

And then, with a calculated calmness, she revealed the chain that Corvin had meticulously repaired for her. This very chain had once held Malrik captive, a symbol of his suffering. Corvin’s bag had been returned to Emma, not just restored but slightly modified, transformed into a tool for retribution.

The moment Celia’s gaze fell upon it, her pupils constricted in horror, a raw instinctual fear gripping her.

“What are you doing?!” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with panic.

Emma’s lips curled into a chilling smile, devoid of warmth. “I’m giving you a taste of Malrik’s torment,” she replied, her tone cold and unyielding.

Celia’s heart raced as she realized the depth of Emma’s intentions. The anguish that Malrik had endured would now be mirrored in her own body, and the thought sent a wave of dread crashing over her.

As Emma advanced, chains clinking ominously in her hands, Celia’s fear transformed into something all too real.

“No—you can’t! I’m Malrik’s mother—” she cried out, desperation spilling from her lips.

But Emma, consumed by her own righteous fury, paid no heed to Celia’s pleas. With a swift, decisive motion, she snapped the chain shut.

Click.

In that instant, hundreds of thin, merciless needles pierced Celia’s skin, and a scream erupted from her throat, raw and filled with agony.

“Ah—!”

The sound of her pain cut through the hall like a knife, echoing off the walls in a haunting melody of despair.

Emma, with an unsettling ease, dislocated her own jaw and removed her storage band, an act so casual it sent shivers down Celia’s spine.

Celia choked on her breath, trembling uncontrollably, her eyes wide and bulging as she watched Emma methodically open the storage band.

Nearby, Marcus and Drake had swiftly subdued the elders, their earlier authority reduced to nothing more than whimpers and groans. Kieran, Edric, and Malrik worked with a grim efficiency, binding the elders into neat, helpless bundles across the floor, a sight that filled Celia with a sense of twisted satisfaction.

“Emma, please spare us!” the elders begged, their voices laced with panic.

“We’re innocent! We didn’t know anything!”

One elder, tears streaming down his face, crawled desperately toward Celia, his movements frantic.

“Emma, it was all Celia and Dahlia! Not us! We had nothing to do with it!” he wailed, shoving the blame onto them with a coward’s fervor, pretending he had been an innocent bystander.

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