My marriage to the cold New York tycoon, Eli Drake, was supposed to be an impossible love story. I was the rebellious artist who had chased him across continents, believing I' d found my soulmate. Then I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. Our three-year marriage was a lie, a charade designed to protect his fragile sister-in-law, Kala. I was just the "lightning rod," strong enough to take the hits meant for her. The worst part? He' d secretly had a vasectomy, letting me endure his family' s scorn for being "barren" while he knew the truth all along. It all clicked into place: the public humiliations, the framed financial crimes, the "accidents" that left me scarred. They systematically broke me, forcing me to give a piece of my own skin to heal Kala and staging a car crash that landed me in prison. Eli' s justification was always the same: "Kala is delicate. Not like you." He thought I was strong enough to take it, that my defiance was a tool he could use. He exiled me, thinking I was broken and forgotten. He was wrong. I reinvented myself as the celebrated artist 'Lark.' And when he came crawling back, begging for forgiveness on a global stage, I knew my moment had come. My revenge would be a masterpiece.
My marriage to the cold New York tycoon, Eli Drake, was supposed to be an impossible love story. I was the rebellious artist who had chased him across continents, believing I' d found my soulmate.
Then I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. Our three-year marriage was a lie, a charade designed to protect his fragile sister-in-law, Kala. I was just the "lightning rod," strong enough to take the hits meant for her.
The worst part? He' d secretly had a vasectomy, letting me endure his family' s scorn for being "barren" while he knew the truth all along.
It all clicked into place: the public humiliations, the framed financial crimes, the "accidents" that left me scarred. They systematically broke me, forcing me to give a piece of my own skin to heal Kala and staging a car crash that landed me in prison.
Eli' s justification was always the same: "Kala is delicate. Not like you." He thought I was strong enough to take it, that my defiance was a tool he could use.
He exiled me, thinking I was broken and forgotten. He was wrong. I reinvented myself as the celebrated artist 'Lark.' And when he came crawling back, begging for forgiveness on a global stage, I knew my moment had come. My revenge would be a masterpiece.
Chapter 1
Carissa Vang POV:
"Our marriage was a lightning rod, Carissa. You were always meant to take the hits, not protect the vulnerable." Eli' s voice, cold and precise, cut through the last vestiges of my hope like a scalpel.
I tried to tell myself he was lying. I wanted to deny it, to cling to the fabricated love story where he was my hero and I, his vibrant, rebellious artist, had chased him across continents. But the words hung in the air, dense and suffocating, far heavier than the humid New York summer.
Three years. Three years of believing I' d found my impossible love with the disciplined, cold New York tycoon, Eli Drake. Three years of navigating his ancient, traditional family, a gilded cage I' d gladly entered, thinking it was the price of true passion. I had fallen deeply, completely, when he' d saved me from a mugging, an act that felt like destiny. Now, the bitter truth coated my tongue, tasting of ash and betrayal.
Eli, the man who had promised forever, the man whose touch I had craved like air, stood before me, his face a mask of his usual controlled composure. But this time, I saw it differently. It wasn't discipline; it was calculation. It wasn't coldness; it was a wall built specifically to keep me out.
I was the vibrant, rebellious artist from a wealthy Los Angeles family. He was the CEO of the Drake conglomerate, old money, old rules. Our worlds were supposed to collide and create something beautiful, something new. Instead, they had merely been exploited.
My early days in his world were a constant battle. I painted a mural on a pristine white wall in our Hamptons estate, a burst of color and chaos that mirrored my soul. Eli' s mother, Elyssa, had recoiled, her lips thinning to a pale line. "Drake women uphold tradition, Carissa, not... deface it." I had scoffed, looking to Eli for support, but he had merely given a tight, almost imperceptible smile. I thought it was amusement, a shared secret between us against his rigid family. Now, I knew it was approval for my role as their designated rebel.
Then came my attempts to introduce modern art to the family's annual charity gala, a move I thought would showcase my passion and bring a fresh perspective. Elyssa had intervened, canceling my arrangements last minute, replacing them with dusty classical sculptures. "This is how we do things," she'd stated, her voice as unyielding as granite. I had fought back, loudly and publicly, causing a scene that Eli had smoothly diffused. He'd put an arm around me, whispering placating words, but his eyes, I realized now, had been scanning the room, assessing the damage I'd absorbed.
The deepest wound, however, was the constant pressure for an heir. Eli's family, obsessed with legacy and "proper" bloodlines, had hounded us since our wedding day. I' d bristled under their expectations, arguing for choice, for our own timing. Eli had always seemed to side with me, deflecting their questions with vague answers, a gentle squeeze of my hand. I thought he was protecting me from their archaic demands.
The breaking point had come weeks ago, a heated argument with Elyssa about my supposed "failure" to conceive. She had implied my artistic pursuits were frivolous, distracting me from my wifely duties. I had exploded, my voice echoing through the silent mansion, declaring that my body was my own, my choices mine to make. Eli had walked in then, his face unreadable. I' d expected his usual calm diplomacy, or perhaps even a rare moment of genuine support. Instead, his gaze had been distant, almost calculating.
His next words, spoken softly in our bedroom, had landed like a fist to my stomach. "You know, Carissa, sometimes you're too much. Too loud, too defiant."
I' d stared at him, my breath catching in my throat. This was the man I had loved, the man I had chased, the man I had believed in. He was criticizing my very essence, the fire he had once claimed to adore. My spirit, once so bright, felt like a candle snuffed out by a sudden, cold gust of wind.
It wasn't just his words. It was the complete dismissal of my feelings, the subtle hints that my pain was an inconvenience. It was the way he' d let me be humiliated, the way he' d allowed me to be framed for crimes I didn' t commit, all while standing silently by. Each time, I' d rationalized it, convinced myself he was secretly on my side, that he would eventually sweep me away from their suffocating grip.
But now, standing in the opulent, yet sterile, drawing-room of his family's New York penthouse, the truth was laid bare. I had inadvertently overheard a conversation, a hushed exchange between Eli and his family lawyer. My heart had pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I pressed my ear closer to the heavy mahogany door.
"She' s served her purpose, Eli. Three years is long enough to divert their attention from Kala. Now, we need to finalize the framework for the eventual divorce," the lawyer had stated, his voice low but clear.
Kala? My purpose? The words had spun in my head, a dizzying, sickening realization.
Eli' s reply had been even worse. "Carissa was always strong enough to take it. She thrives on defiance. Kala, on the other hand... she needs protection."
My blood had run cold. Strong enough to take it? Thrives on defiance? Was that all I was to him? A shield? A pawn in his twisted family drama?
Then the lawyer had continued, "And the vasectomy? Still holding up, I presume? No messy heir complications?"
The world had tilted on its axis. A vasectomy. Eli had secretly had a vasectomy. All those years of longing for a child, of feeling inadequate under the family's watchful eyes, of silent tears shed in the sterile quiet of our bedroom. He had known. He had known and let me believe it was my fault, my body failing us.
My breath hitched, a sharp, ragged gasp. My knees felt weak, threatening to buckle beneath me. This wasn't just betrayal; it was a calculated, heinous desecration of everything I thought we had.
I had stumbled back, my mind reeling, my vision blurring. The ornate patterns on the Persian rug seemed to writhe, mocking my shattered illusions. My love for Eli, once a burning inferno, chilled instantly, solidifying into a block of ice in my chest. It wasn' t just ice; it was a cold, sharp blade, ready to carve out a new path.
I craved for him to deny it, to look at me with tenderness, to tell me it was all a terrible misunderstanding. But as I watched him, his gaze still impassive, I knew. There was no denial, only a chilling confirmation.
His gaze flickered to my face, then away, dismissive. He hadn't even seen me until that moment, so consumed was he by his callous conversation. His eyes, devoid of any warmth, any regret for my pain, cemented the truth. I was a tool, a means to an end.
My heart didn't break; it shattered into a million sharp fragments, each one a weapon. The naiveté I had carried, believing in our fabricated love, dissolved, replaced by a searing, metallic taste of vengeance. My face, my muscles, became stone. My eyes, once bright with love, now held a dangerous, chilling glint. He had used me. He had broken me. And now, he would pay. Every single psychological abuse, every public humiliation, every false accusation-I would repay it a thousandfold.
I would make him regret the day he ever thought I was "strong enough to take it."
Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
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Chapter 6
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Chapter 7
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Chapter 8
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Chapter 9
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Chapter 10
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Chapter 11
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Chapter 12
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Chapter 13
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Chapter 14
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Chapter 15
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Chapter 16
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Chapter 17
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Chapter 18
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Chapter 19
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Chapter 20
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Chapter 21
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Chapter 22
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Chapter 23
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Chapter 24
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Chapter 25
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Chapter 26
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Chapter 27
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Chapter 28
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Chapter 29
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Chapter 30
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