The Traitor's Bride: Unleashed

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The first thing I felt was the cold marble against my cheek. Then, the sharp, metallic smell of my own blood. My husband, Ryan Scott, stood over me, his face twisted with hateful satisfaction as I drew my last breath on the execution platform. He blamed me for something I didn't do, for the deaths of a woman and her son he was obsessed with. My powerful family, once my shield, was destroyed; my father, executed. I woke with a gasp in my New York penthouse, the sun streaming through the windows – it was today, the day it all began again. My chief of staff called, panicked, about Ryan' s public protest demanding the release of an immigrant woman and her son, accused spies. In my first life, I begged Ryan to stop, used my family' s influence to deport them, and they were executed by their home country, sealing my fate. Ryan' s love turned to a decade of simmering hatred that ended with my own brutal execution. But this time, as he stormed into our bedroom, accusing me, I knew he remembered it all too, yet learned nothing. He tried to humiliate me, then bombed our penthouse to erase me from his twisted new timeline. I barely escaped, only to see him planning a full-blown coup, foreign mercenaries at his side, ready to burn Washington to the ground. Why was he doing this? Why was he still so blind, so obsessed with a foreign national, willing to betray everything for her? And why was I the only one who remembered the true depths of his depravity? Not this time. I called his uncle, activated a secret family pact, and set in motion a battle for the fate of our nation, determined to ensure the history I knew would never repeat itself.

Betrayal Revenge Rebirth/Reborn Drama Kickass Heroine

Chapter 10

01-06 20:33

Introduction

The first thing I felt was the cold marble against my cheek.

Then, the sharp, metallic smell of my own blood.

My husband, Ryan Scott, stood over me, his face twisted with hateful satisfaction as I drew my last breath on the execution platform.

He blamed me for something I didn't do, for the deaths of a woman and her son he was obsessed with.

My powerful family, once my shield, was destroyed; my father, executed.

I woke with a gasp in my New York penthouse, the sun streaming through the windows – it was today, the day it all began again.

My chief of staff called, panicked, about Ryan' s public protest demanding the release of an immigrant woman and her son, accused spies.

In my first life, I begged Ryan to stop, used my family' s influence to deport them, and they were executed by their home country, sealing my fate.

Ryan' s love turned to a decade of simmering hatred that ended with my own brutal execution.

But this time, as he stormed into our bedroom, accusing me, I knew he remembered it all too, yet learned nothing.

He tried to humiliate me, then bombed our penthouse to erase me from his twisted new timeline.

I barely escaped, only to see him planning a full-blown coup, foreign mercenaries at his side, ready to burn Washington to the ground.

Why was he doing this?

Why was he still so blind, so obsessed with a foreign national, willing to betray everything for her?

And why was I the only one who remembered the true depths of his depravity?

Not this time.

I called his uncle, activated a secret family pact, and set in motion a battle for the fate of our nation, determined to ensure the history I knew would never repeat itself.