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Shadows of the Past - By Emma Clarke 376 Summary In Chapter 376 of "Shadows of the Past" by Emma Clarke, Selena returns to her apartment, feeling the weight of her day lift as she enters her sanctuary. Her son Eli's cheerful enthusiasm for the meal prepared by Silvia contrasts sharply with Selena's exhaustion. She instructs Silvia to take care of Eli while she retreats to her room, seeking solace in the comfort of her bed. However, her moment of reprieve is short-lived as she reflects on her ambitions and the steps she must take to secure her family's future.

As Selena sifts through old photographs of the Miller family, her determination solidifies. She is resolved to ensure that her son, Eli, has a prominent place within the Miller family, regardless of the obstacles, particularly Althea, whom she views as a threat. A phone call with Erick reveals her frustration over logistical issues, but she cleverly manipulates the conversation to secure a ride to visit Riana, Eli's grandmother. This reveals Selena's strategic mindset and her willingness to assert control over her circumstances.

The car ride to the Miller residence is filled with Selena's thoughts on her plans to strengthen Eli's ties with the family, while Eli remains blissfully unaware of the underlying tension. Upon their arrival, Selena's confidence is met with disappointment when they discover that Riana and Nathan are not home. The cold reception from the household staff amplifies her irritation, and she decides to wait for Riana, determined to assert her presence.

When a maid finally delivers the message that Riana can only meet the following evening due to a family event, Selena's composed facade begins to crack. Her polite demeanor masks a growing resentment as she questions the definition of family in Riana's eyes. The chapter ends with a chilling tension as Selena's gentle voice belies the fury brewing beneath, hinting at her fierce determination to ensure that her son is recognized and valued by the Millers.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Shadows of the Past - By Emma Clarke** **Chapter 376** As Selena stepped into the familiar confines of her apartment, she instinctively peeled off her coat, the fabric slipping from her shoulders like the burdens of the day. Her eyes flickered toward her small work desk, a sanctuary of sorts amid the chaos of her life. Silvia, with her ever-cheerful demeanor, greeted them with a wide smile, her voice bright as she began to rattle off the dishes she had prepared, eager to entice them into a meal. "Thank you," Eli chimed in, his enthusiasm palpable.

"I'd love to try the soup. I haven't eaten yet. Mom, do you want some chicken broth too?" His eyes sparkled with a childlike excitement that made Selena's heart ache just a little. Selena barely turned her head in Eli's direction, her fatigue weighing heavily on her. "I'm tired. You eat, Eli. And Silvia-make sure my daughter is taken care of properly," she instructed, her voice firm yet tinged with an underlying softness. "Yes, Mrs. Selena," Silvia replied, her tone respectful and accommodating. "I'll rest," Selena declared, her mind already drifting away from the bustling kitchen.

With that, she made her way to her room, the door clicking shut behind her. She sank onto the neatly made bed, the soft linens enveloping her like a warm embrace. The gentle glow of the lamp cast a soothing light, and the faint scent of lavender lingered in the air, creating a cocoon of comfort around her. "Ah... this is lovely," she sighed, allowing herself a moment of vulnerability as she covered her eyes with the back of her hand. "But I won't be satisfied with just this, Miller," she whispered to the silence, her resolve hardening.

In the drawer of her nightstand, she kept a collection of documents she deemed crucial, each paper a piece of her intricate plan. Among them lay old photographs, memories of happier times spent with the Miller family, their smiles frozen in time. She sifted through them once more, her heart racing as she reaffirmed her intentions. "I'll make sure Riana sees Eli," she murmured, lifting a photo of Riana Miller, her expression a mix of determination and longing. "Get ready, Mrs. Miller.

I won't hesitate to do whatever it takes to reach my goals." With a quick movement, she reached into her bag and retrieved her phone. The name that mattered most flickered on the screen: Erick. "Erick," she said as soon as the line connected, her tone brisk and businesslike. "I already instructed Smith to pick us up this afternoon, but apparently, he can't? Are you telling me there's no driver or car available for us? What am I supposed to do if I want to go somewhere?" Her questions tumbled out in a rapid-fire sequence, each one laced with urgency.

Erick exhaled softly, the sound barely audible. "Madam, I can only provide drivers and vehicles under Mr. Nathan's instructions. I can't act without his approval." "Is that so?" Selena let out a delicate laugh, though it held an edge of frustration. "Then... what if I want to visit Mrs. Riana? Eli misses her." Her voice turned soft, almost fragile, as if she were testing the waters. A heavy silence filled the air on the other end of the line. "Should I go on my own, then? With Eli? Using an online taxi?" she continued, her tone dripping with a feigned sadness that masked her true intent.

"All right. But if something happens to us, it won't be your fault, Erick." His panic was immediate, the urgency in his voice palpable. "Madam, please-don't say it like that. I'm only-" "Just tell Mr. Nathan," Selena interrupted smoothly, her voice taking on a pleading lilt that concealed her underlying command. "I only want Eli to receive the same treatment. You understand, don't you?" After a brief pause that felt like an eternity, Erick finally relented. "All right, Madam. I... I'll try to arrange it." "Thank you," she replied, a satisfied smile gracing her lips as she ended the call.

Turning her attention back to Eli, she found him happily engrossed in his lunch, blissfully unaware of the undercurrents swirling around them. "Sweetheart, get ready. We're going to GrandMa's house later this afternoon," she announced, her voice light, as if nothing else mattered. *** The car ride was enveloped in a thick silence, the kind that allowed Selena to sink deep into her thoughts. She pondered the importance of solidifying her position within the Miller family, how crucial it was for Eli to forge stronger ties with them.

Althea's presence loomed large in her mind, a formidable barrier that she had to dismantle. But she was resolute; she would not back down. In her inner dialogue, she envisioned a future where both Nathan and Riana would come to see things her way-no, Eli's way. She would create the right circumstances, time and again, until they believed Eli was far superior to their granddaughter Grace. And Joshua Callister-Althea and Daven's son-would also be a target of her ambitions, the child the Millers adored as if he were the rightful heir to their legacy.

"I won't let that happen," Selena muttered under her breath, her determination hardening. "Hm? Are you talking to me?" Eli asked, his curiosity piqued. His mother had been unusually quiet since they got into the car, and he couldn't help but wonder what was on her mind. "Oh, no. I wasn't saying anything," Selena replied, brushing a hand affectionately over her daughter's shoulder. "You'll talk a lot with GrandMa later, all right? You baked cookies for her, didn't you?" "Yes, Mom," Eli responded, his excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

Before long, they arrived at the grand, elegant Miller residence, its stately presence looming before them. Selena stepped inside with unwavering confidence, while Eli trailed behind her, his nervousness palpable. But the moment the door swung open, a flicker of annoyance crossed Selena's face. Only the household staff greeted them, their expressions polite but lacking the warmth she had hoped for. "Apologies, Miss Selena," one of the maids said, her tone respectful yet distant. "Mrs. Riana and Mr. Nathan are not home now.

They left early this morning." Selena's smile was thin, barely concealing her irritation. "I see. They didn't leave any message for me?" she inquired, her voice deceptively calm. "They didn't say anything," the maid replied, her eyes darting away. "That's fine," Selena said, her tone clipped. Without waiting for an invitation, she stepped into the living room, her posture poised and unyielding. "We'll wait." The staff exchanged puzzled glances, while Eli stood awkwardly, observing his mother's outward calmness that belied the tension crackling in the air around them.

Minutes trickled by like molasses until another maid returned, her expression hesitant. "Miss Selena, Mrs. Riana contacted us. She said... she can meet you tomorrow evening. She has a family event tonight," she relayed, her voice wavering slightly. Selena turned slowly, her smile sweet and polite, but her eyes-sharp, cold, and offended-told a different story altogether. "A family event?" she repeated softly, each word laced with an undercurrent of disbelief. "Y-yes," the maid stammered, taken aback by the intensity of Selena's gaze.

Selena nodded, leaning back against the sofa in an elegant, unhurried motion that belied the storm brewing within her. "So... does that mean we aren't part of Mrs. Riana's family?" she asked, her voice gentle yet dangerously so. "Or... is there a new understanding now about who qualifies as 'family' in Mrs. Riana's eyes?" Conclusion In the quiet aftermath of her visit to the Miller residence, Selena's resolve crystallized into something sharper, more defined.

The sting of rejection from Riana and Nathan ignited a fire within her, a fierce determination that overshadowed the weariness that had settled in her bones. She glanced at Eli, his innocent excitement a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her. The rejection was not merely a personal affront; it was a challenge to her ambitions and her very identity as a mother. In that moment, she understood that to secure Eli's future, she would have to dismantle the barriers that stood between them and the Millers, no matter the cost.

The shadows of her past, filled with longing and desperation, now served as fuel for her relentless pursuit of acceptance and power within this family. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting elongated shadows across the room, Selena felt the weight of her choices pressing down on her. She was no longer just a woman driven by the past; she was a strategist, a force determined to carve out a place for her son in a world that had turned its back on them.

Expect unexpected twists and revelations that will keep readers on the edge of their seats, eager to uncover the consequences of Selena's choices and the lengths she will go to ensure Eli's future. Buckle up for a chapter filled with intrigue, unexpected alliances, and the haunting shadows of the past that refuse to fade away. Mark