His Perfect Revenge, Her Final Escape

His Perfect Revenge, Her Final Escape

Gavin

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After losing my family and fortune, I became Ethan Hayes's prisoner, trapped in his opulent mansion, relentlessly forced to repay a debt I didn't truly owe. My only value to him was my kidney, a perfect match for his ailing sister, Chloe, the one he held above all else. Ethan controlled every aspect of my existence, subjecting me to relentless humiliation. Yet, in a cruel twist of fate, I found myself pregnant with his child-a child he believed he could never father. I swallowed a bitter cocktail of abortion pills, vowing that this child would never serve as another pawn in his twisted game of revenge. At Chloe's lavish birthday gala, Ethan didn't just publicly broadcast a humiliating video of my most vulnerable past; he later stood by as Chloe cruelly orchestrated the death of Buddy, my beloved Golden Retriever, my last shred of solace. Their combined malice shattered me, pushing me to an unbearable breaking point. How could I endure such pervasive evil, constantly reminded of a debt that wasn't solely mine, subjected to such calculated torture and public disgrace? My despair transformed into a burning, unyielding resolve to defy him one final time. I secretly held one devastating card: a severe anesthesia allergy, a fact conveniently absent from his records. On that sterile operating table, as he prepared to claim my kidney, I would not just die; I would ensure his hard-won victory, his twisted revenge, and his very definition of control crumbled to ash in his hands. My death would be my ultimate act of rebellion, unraveling his carefully constructed lies and finally granting me release.

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After losing my family and fortune, I became Ethan Hayes's prisoner, trapped in his opulent mansion, relentlessly forced to repay a debt I didn't truly owe.

My only value to him was my kidney, a perfect match for his ailing sister, Chloe, the one he held above all else.

Ethan controlled every aspect of my existence, subjecting me to relentless humiliation.

Yet, in a cruel twist of fate, I found myself pregnant with his child-a child he believed he could never father.

I swallowed a bitter cocktail of abortion pills, vowing that this child would never serve as another pawn in his twisted game of revenge.

At Chloe's lavish birthday gala, Ethan didn't just publicly broadcast a humiliating video of my most vulnerable past; he later stood by as Chloe cruelly orchestrated the death of Buddy, my beloved Golden Retriever, my last shred of solace.

Their combined malice shattered me, pushing me to an unbearable breaking point.

How could I endure such pervasive evil, constantly reminded of a debt that wasn't solely mine, subjected to such calculated torture and public disgrace?

My despair transformed into a burning, unyielding resolve to defy him one final time.

I secretly held one devastating card: a severe anesthesia allergy, a fact conveniently absent from his records.

On that sterile operating table, as he prepared to claim my kidney, I would not just die; I would ensure his hard-won victory, his twisted revenge, and his very definition of control crumbled to ash in his hands.

My death would be my ultimate act of rebellion, unraveling his carefully constructed lies and finally granting me release.

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