Betrayed by My Ex, Marked by His Alpha Emperor Brother novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Chapter 153

Elara’s POV

Seventeen rejection letters. I counted them again, spread across the narrow table like a deck of losing cards.

The apartment was barely an apartment. A single room above a laundry service, with a mattress on the floor, a wobbly table, and a window that didn’t close all the way. Wind whistled through the gap, carrying the smell of detergent and damp concrete. I’d found the listing pinned to a board outside a bakery—cheapest rent in the district, and now I understood why.

I picked up the nearest letter. The parchment was thin, the ink already fading.

We regret to inform you that your application does not meet our current requirements.

The next one said the same thing. Different words, same meaning. You are no one. You have nothing to offer.

The messaging stone on the table pulsed with a faint glow. I touched it.

Margaret’s voice filled the small room, warm and steady, as if she were standing right beside me.

"Just checking on you. Robert fixed the fence today—nearly hammered his own thumb. Made me laugh so hard I burned the bread. We miss you. Don’t forget to eat."

I pressed my palm flat against the stone until the message faded. The silence that followed was heavier than before.

Four days since I’d left. Four days in this city that smelled like wet stone and strangers. Four days of walking into offices, sitting in hard chairs, and watching faces close like shutters the moment I couldn’t answer the simplest question.

Where did you work before?

Nowhere I could name. Nowhere that existed in their world.

The stone pulsed again. Different signature this time. Unfamiliar.

A clipped female voice: "This is Jennifer from the Merchants’ Marketing Guild. We received your application for the clerical position. Please report at 10:00 a.m. for an interview. Suite 304, 1247 Pine Street."

I played it twice to make sure I’d heard correctly.

Then I laid out my only clean blouse on the mattress and pressed the wrinkles flat with my hands. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

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The Marketing Guild occupied the third floor of a grey stone building wedged between a tailor’s shop and a closed pub. The stairwell smelled like mildew. Suite 304 had a frosted glass door with gold lettering that was starting to peel.

Jennifer was already seated behind a heavy desk when I walked in. She looked to be in her forties—sharp cheekbones, reading spectacles perched low on her nose, dark hair pinned back with military precision. Her eyes swept over me the way a butcher inspects a cut of meat.

"Sit."

I sat.

She opened a thin file. My application. Mostly blank.

"Sarah, correct?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about your experience."

I’d rehearsed this. Practiced the words walking here, murmuring them under my breath like a prayer. "I have extensive experience in document management, record-keeping, and administrative coordination. I’m proficient in organizing large archives, maintaining correspondence, and—"

"Where?"

The word landed like a slap.

"Pardon?"

Jennifer tapped the file with one manicured nail. "Where did you gain this extensive experience? Your application lists no employer, no institution, no reference. There’s a gap here starting from—" She squinted at the page. "Imperial Year 1018. That’s years of absolutely nothing."

My mouth opened. Closed.

What was I supposed to say? I worked inside the imperial palace. I managed classified archives for the wolf emperor. I attended war councils and read documents sealed with blood magic.

"I worked in a private household," I said carefully. "The nature of the work was confidential."

Jennifer removed her spectacles. Her gaze was not unkind—but it was final.

"Sarah. I’ve been doing this long enough to know when someone is hiding something. I don’t need to know what it is. But I can’t recommend a candidate with an employment history I can’t verify. I’m sorry."

She closed the file.

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