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The Kept Woman's Reckoning

The Kept Woman's Reckoning

Gavin

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At seven, my mother married a rich man, throwing me into their opulent world. I was supposed to call him "Dad," and get a new life. Instead, I met Ethan, my new stepbrother, a teenager with eyes like ice chips. That very day, he shoved me into an infinity pool, sneering, "Know your place." My own mother, too busy solidifying her new status, hissed, "Don't embarrass me," and locked me in a utility closet. For the next decade, the Sterling mansion became my gilded cage. Ethan systematically made my life hell: torn homework, pushes downstairs, humiliating chores like cleaning his muddy shoes. I became a ghost in the vast house. When my mother was brutally discarded, I lost everything, plummeting into poverty. But Ethan' s torment didn't stop; it followed me, escalating from cyberbullying to physical threats that nearly cost me my life. Just when I thought a scholarship offered escape, he appeared, deliberately sabotaging my university dreams. Desperate, I was forced into his dark, dangerous world. I woke up stark naked in his penthouse, branded his "plaything," his "kept woman." He placed me in the very same condo where his mother had died by suicide. What twisted game was he playing? Did he want me to follow her tragic path? Trapped and pregnant with his child, I made a desperate bid for freedom, attempting to jump from a window, only to miscarry. But from that rock-bottom despair, a flicker ignited. I would not be his victim. I would reclaim my life. This is the story of how I clawed my way out of his personal hell, leaving the tormentor-and his twisted obsession-behind for good.

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At seven, my mother married a rich man, throwing me into their opulent world.

I was supposed to call him "Dad," and get a new life.

Instead, I met Ethan, my new stepbrother, a teenager with eyes like ice chips.

That very day, he shoved me into an infinity pool, sneering, "Know your place."

My own mother, too busy solidifying her new status, hissed, "Don't embarrass me," and locked me in a utility closet.

For the next decade, the Sterling mansion became my gilded cage.

Ethan systematically made my life hell: torn homework, pushes downstairs, humiliating chores like cleaning his muddy shoes.

I became a ghost in the vast house.

When my mother was brutally discarded, I lost everything, plummeting into poverty.

But Ethan' s torment didn't stop; it followed me, escalating from cyberbullying to physical threats that nearly cost me my life.

Just when I thought a scholarship offered escape, he appeared, deliberately sabotaging my university dreams.

Desperate, I was forced into his dark, dangerous world.

I woke up stark naked in his penthouse, branded his "plaything," his "kept woman."

He placed me in the very same condo where his mother had died by suicide.

What twisted game was he playing? Did he want me to follow her tragic path?

Trapped and pregnant with his child, I made a desperate bid for freedom, attempting to jump from a window, only to miscarry.

But from that rock-bottom despair, a flicker ignited.

I would not be his victim.

I would reclaim my life.

This is the story of how I clawed my way out of his personal hell, leaving the tormentor-and his twisted obsession-behind for good.

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