My Revenge, My True Love

My Revenge, My True Love

Star Radovsky

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Julian Croft's career was on the brink. My father, General Vance, offered a solution: Julian would marry me. I remembered that deal. In my first life, I accepted it, blinded by stupid love. Julian smiled, handed me champagne, and then orchestrated a scandal that framed my father for treason. My father died in prison. My family was ruined. And I died alone, hit by a car, a ghost in my own life. The memory of the cold pavement against my cheek was still fresh. The hatred was a physical thing, a solid weight in my chest. He destroyed everything simply for access and power. But I was back. Before my father could speak, I stepped forward. "No," I said. "Julian Croft is not good enough to marry into the Vance family." Then, to everyone's shock, I walked straight to our quiet mechanic, Leo Martinez, a former Army Ranger who worked for our family. "Leo Martinez," I declared, "I want to marry you. Will you accept?" This time, my choice would rewrite history. My revenge would consume them all.

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Julian Croft's career was on the brink. My father, General Vance, offered a solution: Julian would marry me.

I remembered that deal.

In my first life, I accepted it, blinded by stupid love. Julian smiled, handed me champagne, and then orchestrated a scandal that framed my father for treason.

My father died in prison. My family was ruined. And I died alone, hit by a car, a ghost in my own life.

The memory of the cold pavement against my cheek was still fresh. The hatred was a physical thing, a solid weight in my chest. He destroyed everything simply for access and power.

But I was back. Before my father could speak, I stepped forward.

"No," I said. "Julian Croft is not good enough to marry into the Vance family."

Then, to everyone's shock, I walked straight to our quiet mechanic, Leo Martinez, a former Army Ranger who worked for our family.

"Leo Martinez," I declared, "I want to marry you. Will you accept?"

This time, my choice would rewrite history. My revenge would consume them all.

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