Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 360

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**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 360: Ransom and Reckoning**

“But thanks to your wonderfully insightful reminder…” Emma raised two fingers, a playful yet innocent smile dancing on her lips. “The ransom has now been doubled.”

“What?!” The shock reverberated through the room, a chorus of disbelief from the other elders who had gathered. Their eyes darted towards the elder who had dared to speak out of turn, a mix of anger and fear etched on their faces.

“This is entirely your fault!” one elder shouted, his voice cracking with frustration.

“Why did you even open your mouth? You’re dooming us all!” another chimed in, their hearts pounding with the weight of impending doom. In that moment, the collective desire to tear that elder apart was palpable, a dark urge fueled by desperation.

The elder in question turned pale as a ghost, a clear sign of the terror that gripped him.

Ignoring the chaos around her, Emma strode purposefully towards Celia, her demeanor calm yet commanding. She presented her with a lightcore, the small object glowing softly in the dim light.

“Your turn. Contact your other partners. Have them ransom you,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Celia’s eyes blazed with hatred, a fire ignited by betrayal. In a swift motion, Emma slapped her hard across the face, the sound echoing like a thunderclap in the tense atmosphere.

“Don’t even entertain the thought that Malrik will come to save you,” Emma warned, her voice chillingly cold. “In my manor, I decide who lives and who dies.”

Pfft—

Celia could no longer contain herself. A mouthful of blood erupted from her lips, splattering the floor in front of her, a vivid reminder of her humiliation and fury.

She spat blood, her body trembling with rage, her chest heaving as she glared at Emma, words caught in her throat, unable to express the storm of emotions raging within her.

Emma glanced down at the blood staining the floor with a look of disgust, then contemptuously tossed the lightcore at Celia’s feet.

“You have five seconds. Call someone, or die here,” she declared, her voice firm and unyielding.

Celia understood the gravity of the situation—Emma had taken lives before without a second thought.

In the end, with trembling hands, she made the call, her heart racing as she did so.

—

As Lucien and Silas received the alarming message, they wasted no time, rushing back with urgency coursing through their veins.

The moment they disembarked from the ship, the chaos at the gate greeted them like a storm. Enchanter Clansmen were unloading a veritable treasure trove at Edric’s feet—star coins, beast cores, precious metals, and crystals, everything one could possibly imagine.

Edric, ever meticulous, inspected each item with a critical eye. Once he verified the quantity and quality, he nodded to Marcus, who stood nearby, ready to act.

Moments later, Marcus returned, dragging a bloodied, shackled elder behind him. With a swift motion, he unlocked the chains and flung the elder at the clan’s feet.