No More Victim: Love's Dark Turn

Name: No More Victim: Love's Dark Turn
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The last thing I saw in my first life was my sister Chloe' s enraged face, her hands squeezing the life out of me. "This is your fault," she hissed, as my parents, Sarah and Richard, watched-my mother holding me down, my father glaring at me from beside the wrecked car. They blamed me for everything: the cross-country road trip that was Chloe' s selfish whim, her high-risk pregnancy, and ultimately the fender bender that led to her premature labor and the loss of her baby. Despite my warnings, they only saw my supposed jealousy and the money Chloe's rich husband, Ethan, offered. "She was always a burden," my father' s cold voice was the last sound I heard before darkness consumed me. Then, I gasped, my eyes flying open, the smell of turpentine filling my nose. I was back in my art studio, unharmed, just as my phone began to ring. It was Mom. My blood ran cold; I knew this was the day they' d propose the trip. Every memory of their betrayal, their hatred, and my agonizing death flooded back. This time, things would be different. "Hello?" I answered, my voice steady. "Ava? Finally," my mother' s impatient voice said. "Listen, dear, we have the most wonderful news." A cold, quiet resolve settled over me. They wanted a pawn, a servant, a scapegoat, and they had gotten me killed for it once. Now, I would give them what they wanted, and watch them choke on it.

Family Thriller Revenge Rebirth/Reborn Drama

Chapter 10

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Introduction

The last thing I saw in my first life was my sister Chloe' s enraged face, her hands squeezing the life out of me.

"This is your fault," she hissed, as my parents, Sarah and Richard, watched-my mother holding me down, my father glaring at me from beside the wrecked car.

They blamed me for everything: the cross-country road trip that was Chloe' s selfish whim, her high-risk pregnancy, and ultimately the fender bender that led to her premature labor and the loss of her baby.

Despite my warnings, they only saw my supposed jealousy and the money Chloe's rich husband, Ethan, offered.

"She was always a burden," my father' s cold voice was the last sound I heard before darkness consumed me.

Then, I gasped, my eyes flying open, the smell of turpentine filling my nose.

I was back in my art studio, unharmed, just as my phone began to ring.

It was Mom.

My blood ran cold; I knew this was the day they' d propose the trip. Every memory of their betrayal, their hatred, and my agonizing death flooded back.

This time, things would be different.

"Hello?" I answered, my voice steady.

"Ava? Finally," my mother' s impatient voice said. "Listen, dear, we have the most wonderful news."

A cold, quiet resolve settled over me. They wanted a pawn, a servant, a scapegoat, and they had gotten me killed for it once.

Now, I would give them what they wanted, and watch them choke on it.