Betrayed By Love, Reborn By Fire

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The first cry of my newborn daughter, Lily, echoed in the delivery room, a sound so pure it momentarily erased the exhaustion from my bones. I was a mother, my world finally complete. Then, one of the nurses murmured about a "scandal," and my husband, Daniel, stiffened. A month ago, photos of him with four women in a hotel room had surfaced-a business dinner, he'd claimed, a setup, a corporate sabotage. He was the victim, a saint who' d endured an ice bath all night to protect me and our child. I chose to believe him. I had to. But the moment the door to my private room opened, the truth hit me with sickening force. My four personal assistants, loyal and trusted, stood there, their conditions obvious beneath their uniforms. They were all undeniably pregnant. My mother-in-law swept in, beaming, confirming my worst fear. "These are our surrogate mothers," she announced, beaming. "To ensure the Hayes family line continues." Daniel, my loving husband, had used them, had planned this all along. The world tilted. I pulled divorce papers from my bag, laying them on the pristine white blanket of my hospital bed. He tore them up, his tears and pleas of "accident" a grotesque performance. He held Lily out like a shield. "Are you really going to deprive her of a father?" he pleaded. "If I stay here," I countered, my voice flat, "she will be deprived of a mother. The woman I was will cease to exist." My mother-in-law, a witch in human form, slapped me, screaming about me harming her "grandsons." My assistants, once my confidantes, turned on me, emboldened by her fury. "She' s cruel," Autumn sneered. "She' s not fit to be our boss anymore!" My own pain was a cold, hard stone in my chest. I took Lily from Daniel and walked out, leaving the wreckage behind. My lavish home became a prison. Isolated and grieving, I overheard Summer and Autumn, in the adjoining suite, boasting about co-CEO positions and how they just needed to "manipulate Ava into accepting our status. Make her feel guilty. She' s weak right now." They weren' t victims. They were complicit. I resolved to take Lily and disappear. But then my new assistant burst in, face white. "She' s gone! Lily' s not in her crib!" A primal fear shot through me. I found Summer and Autumn in the backyard, digging. My daughter' s bracelet glinted on the disturbed earth. Frantically, I dug with my bare hands until I uncovered her. Lily. Still. "She just... passed away in her sleep," Summer said, a grotesque parody of sympathy. My mother-in-law arrived, disgusted. "She was just a worthless girl anyway. Her death is insignificant. We have four more chances for a proper heir." Daniel, feigning grief, talked of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, of having "more children." He seemed to believe his own lies. "You' re hysterical, Ava. The grief is making you delusional." He walked away, leaving me with my murdered child. That night, I started sewing a burial gown from my wedding dress. Daniel and Summer' s intimate sounds from next door were a brutal torment. The next morning, Lily's body was gone. Furious barking led me to the backyard, where Autumn stood by aggressive hunting dogs, throwing Lily' s cashmere blanket into the pen. I watched in horror as they tore it to shreds. My world went black. I woke to Autumn' s sneering voice. "She' s so dramatic. Mrs. Hayes Senior just wanted the blanket destroyed. It' s bad luck." Daniel stood over me, offering sedatives. "You and your mother, you killed her!" I screamed. "You murdered my baby and now you' re destroying every last piece of her, as if she never existed!" He left. That night, an echoing scream: "She' s dead! Mrs. Hayes is dead!" Daniel burst into my room, his face a mask of rage. He lunged, hands closing around my throat. "You did this. You killed my mother." I was held captive, called a "witch" by servants. Only Chloe, my loyal assistant, visited, bringing warm bread and tears. "I' ll find evidence. I' ll clear your name." I gave her a silver locket, a secret sign for help from an old friend. "Tell him Ava regrets it." A tiny flicker of hope. Days later, the stench of smoke woke me. The mansion was on fire. My door was locked from the outside. Through the smoke, I saw Summer, a crazed, triumphant smile on her face. "I set the fire, Ava. Daniel' s idea, of course. With you and your bad luck gone, I can finally become the real Mrs. Hayes." She turned the key. "Goodbye, Ava." Just as a massive beam began to fall, the door exploded inward. A familiar, deep voice called my name through the smoke. "Ava! I'm late!" It was Alex Thorne, the son of a powerful senator, a boy I' d once defended. He threw himself over me as a burning beam crashed down. His strength was astonishing; he carried me through the inferno. He' d placed a female body in the fire, fabricating my death. My locket, returned to me, was the signal for help I' d sent him. My plan had been to disappear with Lily. But Lily was gone. "I' m not going back, Alex," I stated. "My daughter died. I was almost killed. I can' t leave without finding out the truth. Without getting justice." I looked him straight in the eye. "Alex, you once told me you hate cowards more than anything. A Reed does not run from a fight." "What do you plan to do?" he asked, admiration in his eyes. "Alex, if I' m not mistaken, you' re still unmarried. Would you still marry me?" Alex' s eyes widened in profound disbelief. "You... are you serious?" he stammered. "I am," I confirmed. "Consider it a transaction. A strategic alliance." I needed power. I needed to become Mrs. Thorne to fight back. He took my hand. "I will marry you, Ava. If you need me, I won' t refuse." Days later, Daniel, mourning his "dead" wife, announced a new marriage at a lavish hotel. He married Winter. Alex confirmed my suspicions. Summer had set the fire at Daniel' s bidding. "Autumn is dead," he said quietly. "An accident." And Summer? "She was flayed. Her body was hung on the wall." Daniel had eliminated his competition. "When do you want to announce our engagement?" Alex asked. "Tomorrow," I said, my resolve hardening into steel. At the Thorne engagement reception, I slowly removed my veil. Daniel recoiled as if struck. "No! This is impossible. Ava is dead!" His shock curdled into alcohol-fueled rage. He grabbed a steak knife. "You' re an imposter! I' ll kill her for you!" He lunged. Alex disarmed him. "Daniel Hayes, are you trying to start a war with me?" "That' s right!" Daniel roared, his facade crumbling. Armed men in tactical gear poured into the ballroom. "Why should I just be a CEO? I want to be the most powerful man in this city!" He was beyond insane. "I never thought you' d be smart enough to fake your own death. You almost fooled me." "Why?" I asked, needing the final truth. "Do you know what I hate most about you, Ava? It' s your aristocratic background. Everything about you made me feel small." His "love" was a performance. He had drugged himself, slept with my assistants, turned them against me, setting in motion the chaos that led to Lily' s death, ruining my reputation, framing me for his mother' s murder. "Ruthlessness is a necessary tool for greatness. My mother was just a sentimental old woman." "You are truly evil. But your time is almost up." He sneered. "With my control over the city' s network, everything here is already mine!" "And where is your control, Daniel?" Alex asked mildly. Daniel fumbled at his belt, his confidence turning to panic. "Where is it?" I stepped forward, pulling a small, sleek device from my clutch. "Are you looking for this?" Panic seized Daniel. He lunged for the device. Alex' s security team moved, subduing him. "How?" Daniel screamed, his face ashen. "Chloe gave it to me," I said, my voice clear. Two days before the fire, I had met Chloe, bruised and broken. She confessed everything: Daniel believed Lily was a boy, planning to use my "son" as leverage for my family' s European assets. He had beaten her after she stole his control device. Her last words were a choked apology for her betrayal. Daniel' s empire crumbled. He and his private army were arrested for treason. Lily was avenged. There was nothing left for me here. Alex drove me to the private airfield. He had been my rock, my ally. He had asked for nothing. "Ava Reed," he said, his voice soft. "Have a safe journey." "Write to me often," I replied, a genuine smile touching my lips. As the jet climbed, I looked down at the city, a place of so much pain and loss. I wasn't leaving as a victim. I was leaving as a survivor. I was leaving as Ava Reed, a woman who had fought back from the ashes and won. The future was mine to write.

Revenge Pregnancy Divorce CEO Kickass Heroine

Chapter 10

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Introduction

The first cry of my newborn daughter, Lily, echoed in the delivery room, a sound so pure it momentarily erased the exhaustion from my bones. I was a mother, my world finally complete.

Then, one of the nurses murmured about a "scandal," and my husband, Daniel, stiffened. A month ago, photos of him with four women in a hotel room had surfaced-a business dinner, he'd claimed, a setup, a corporate sabotage. He was the victim, a saint who' d endured an ice bath all night to protect me and our child. I chose to believe him. I had to.

But the moment the door to my private room opened, the truth hit me with sickening force. My four personal assistants, loyal and trusted, stood there, their conditions obvious beneath their uniforms. They were all undeniably pregnant.

My mother-in-law swept in, beaming, confirming my worst fear. "These are our surrogate mothers," she announced, beaming. "To ensure the Hayes family line continues." Daniel, my loving husband, had used them, had planned this all along.

The world tilted. I pulled divorce papers from my bag, laying them on the pristine white blanket of my hospital bed. He tore them up, his tears and pleas of "accident" a grotesque performance.

He held Lily out like a shield. "Are you really going to deprive her of a father?" he pleaded.

"If I stay here," I countered, my voice flat, "she will be deprived of a mother. The woman I was will cease to exist."

My mother-in-law, a witch in human form, slapped me, screaming about me harming her "grandsons." My assistants, once my confidantes, turned on me, emboldened by her fury. "She' s cruel," Autumn sneered. "She' s not fit to be our boss anymore!"

My own pain was a cold, hard stone in my chest. I took Lily from Daniel and walked out, leaving the wreckage behind.

My lavish home became a prison. Isolated and grieving, I overheard Summer and Autumn, in the adjoining suite, boasting about co-CEO positions and how they just needed to "manipulate Ava into accepting our status. Make her feel guilty. She' s weak right now." They weren' t victims. They were complicit.

I resolved to take Lily and disappear. But then my new assistant burst in, face white. "She' s gone! Lily' s not in her crib!"

A primal fear shot through me. I found Summer and Autumn in the backyard, digging. My daughter' s bracelet glinted on the disturbed earth. Frantically, I dug with my bare hands until I uncovered her. Lily. Still.

"She just... passed away in her sleep," Summer said, a grotesque parody of sympathy. My mother-in-law arrived, disgusted. "She was just a worthless girl anyway. Her death is insignificant. We have four more chances for a proper heir."

Daniel, feigning grief, talked of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, of having "more children." He seemed to believe his own lies. "You' re hysterical, Ava. The grief is making you delusional." He walked away, leaving me with my murdered child.

That night, I started sewing a burial gown from my wedding dress. Daniel and Summer' s intimate sounds from next door were a brutal torment.

The next morning, Lily's body was gone. Furious barking led me to the backyard, where Autumn stood by aggressive hunting dogs, throwing Lily' s cashmere blanket into the pen. I watched in horror as they tore it to shreds. My world went black.

I woke to Autumn' s sneering voice. "She' s so dramatic. Mrs. Hayes Senior just wanted the blanket destroyed. It' s bad luck."

Daniel stood over me, offering sedatives. "You and your mother, you killed her!" I screamed. "You murdered my baby and now you' re destroying every last piece of her, as if she never existed!"

He left. That night, an echoing scream: "She' s dead! Mrs. Hayes is dead!" Daniel burst into my room, his face a mask of rage. He lunged, hands closing around my throat. "You did this. You killed my mother."

I was held captive, called a "witch" by servants. Only Chloe, my loyal assistant, visited, bringing warm bread and tears. "I' ll find evidence. I' ll clear your name." I gave her a silver locket, a secret sign for help from an old friend. "Tell him Ava regrets it." A tiny flicker of hope.

Days later, the stench of smoke woke me. The mansion was on fire. My door was locked from the outside. Through the smoke, I saw Summer, a crazed, triumphant smile on her face. "I set the fire, Ava. Daniel' s idea, of course. With you and your bad luck gone, I can finally become the real Mrs. Hayes." She turned the key. "Goodbye, Ava."

Just as a massive beam began to fall, the door exploded inward. A familiar, deep voice called my name through the smoke. "Ava! I'm late!"

It was Alex Thorne, the son of a powerful senator, a boy I' d once defended. He threw himself over me as a burning beam crashed down. His strength was astonishing; he carried me through the inferno.

He' d placed a female body in the fire, fabricating my death. My locket, returned to me, was the signal for help I' d sent him. My plan had been to disappear with Lily. But Lily was gone.

"I' m not going back, Alex," I stated. "My daughter died. I was almost killed. I can' t leave without finding out the truth. Without getting justice."

I looked him straight in the eye. "Alex, you once told me you hate cowards more than anything. A Reed does not run from a fight."

"What do you plan to do?" he asked, admiration in his eyes.

"Alex, if I' m not mistaken, you' re still unmarried. Would you still marry me?"

Alex' s eyes widened in profound disbelief. "You... are you serious?" he stammered.

"I am," I confirmed. "Consider it a transaction. A strategic alliance." I needed power. I needed to become Mrs. Thorne to fight back.

He took my hand. "I will marry you, Ava. If you need me, I won' t refuse."

Days later, Daniel, mourning his "dead" wife, announced a new marriage at a lavish hotel. He married Winter.

Alex confirmed my suspicions. Summer had set the fire at Daniel' s bidding. "Autumn is dead," he said quietly. "An accident." And Summer? "She was flayed. Her body was hung on the wall." Daniel had eliminated his competition.

"When do you want to announce our engagement?" Alex asked.

"Tomorrow," I said, my resolve hardening into steel.

At the Thorne engagement reception, I slowly removed my veil. Daniel recoiled as if struck. "No! This is impossible. Ava is dead!" His shock curdled into alcohol-fueled rage. He grabbed a steak knife. "You' re an imposter! I' ll kill her for you!"

He lunged. Alex disarmed him. "Daniel Hayes, are you trying to start a war with me?"

"That' s right!" Daniel roared, his facade crumbling. Armed men in tactical gear poured into the ballroom. "Why should I just be a CEO? I want to be the most powerful man in this city!" He was beyond insane. "I never thought you' d be smart enough to fake your own death. You almost fooled me."

"Why?" I asked, needing the final truth.

"Do you know what I hate most about you, Ava? It' s your aristocratic background. Everything about you made me feel small." His "love" was a performance. He had drugged himself, slept with my assistants, turned them against me, setting in motion the chaos that led to Lily' s death, ruining my reputation, framing me for his mother' s murder. "Ruthlessness is a necessary tool for greatness. My mother was just a sentimental old woman."

"You are truly evil. But your time is almost up."

He sneered. "With my control over the city' s network, everything here is already mine!"

"And where is your control, Daniel?" Alex asked mildly.

Daniel fumbled at his belt, his confidence turning to panic. "Where is it?"

I stepped forward, pulling a small, sleek device from my clutch. "Are you looking for this?"

Panic seized Daniel. He lunged for the device. Alex' s security team moved, subduing him. "How?" Daniel screamed, his face ashen.

"Chloe gave it to me," I said, my voice clear.

Two days before the fire, I had met Chloe, bruised and broken. She confessed everything: Daniel believed Lily was a boy, planning to use my "son" as leverage for my family' s European assets. He had beaten her after she stole his control device. Her last words were a choked apology for her betrayal.

Daniel' s empire crumbled. He and his private army were arrested for treason. Lily was avenged.

There was nothing left for me here. Alex drove me to the private airfield. He had been my rock, my ally. He had asked for nothing.

"Ava Reed," he said, his voice soft. "Have a safe journey."

"Write to me often," I replied, a genuine smile touching my lips.

As the jet climbed, I looked down at the city, a place of so much pain and loss. I wasn't leaving as a victim. I was leaving as a survivor. I was leaving as Ava Reed, a woman who had fought back from the ashes and won. The future was mine to write.