My Tormentor, My Husband

My Tormentor, My Husband

Gavin

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The day I was supposed to marry Daniel Miller, my world shattered. A truck, later reported stolen, ran my parents' car off the highway, killing them instantly. Hours later, my pregnant sister-in-law, Sarah, received a chilling call, her husband, my brilliant brother Mark, framed for selling company secrets. The shock sent Sarah into miscarriage; she lost baby Lily. Mark was dragged away in handcuffs, his hands, which wrote code like poetry, brutally broken. My family was systematically destroyed, Daniel Miller, my fiancé and his boss, pulling every string. Desperate and broken, with a severely injured leg, I crawled through the rain and mud to the secluded mansion of Ethan Hayes, a reclusive tech prodigy and a ghost from my past. He was my only hope. He agreed to help, to clear my family's name, but at a price. "Marry me." I swallowed my confusion and despair, the memories of rejecting him years ago, and said, "I will." Our courthouse marriage was cold, sterile, devoid of love. That night, in his vast, empty mansion, he asserted his dominance with a cruel intimacy that left me bruised and shattered, not an act of passion, but conquest. The next morning, the news hailed Daniel Miller as a hero, promoting him to Chairman of the Board for "exposing" Mark, painting my family as villains. Trembling, I turned to Ethan. "You saw this? You knew this would happen? You promised you would help me." His cruel smile sent shivers down my spine. "Why would I help the family that destroyed my sister?" My mind reeled. He accused my family of ruining his sister Anna' s life, of orchestrating a scandal that led to her infertility. His eyes burned with hatred. "You think I married you for love? I married you so I could have you right where I want you. You are going to pay for what your family did to Anna. Your family was corrupt, and they got what they deserved." My savior had become my tormentor, and I had walked straight from one monster into the arms of another. Hope died.

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The day I was supposed to marry Daniel Miller, my world shattered.

A truck, later reported stolen, ran my parents' car off the highway, killing them instantly.

Hours later, my pregnant sister-in-law, Sarah, received a chilling call, her husband, my brilliant brother Mark, framed for selling company secrets.

The shock sent Sarah into miscarriage; she lost baby Lily.

Mark was dragged away in handcuffs, his hands, which wrote code like poetry, brutally broken.

My family was systematically destroyed, Daniel Miller, my fiancé and his boss, pulling every string.

Desperate and broken, with a severely injured leg, I crawled through the rain and mud to the secluded mansion of Ethan Hayes, a reclusive tech prodigy and a ghost from my past.

He was my only hope.

He agreed to help, to clear my family's name, but at a price.

"Marry me."

I swallowed my confusion and despair, the memories of rejecting him years ago, and said, "I will."

Our courthouse marriage was cold, sterile, devoid of love.

That night, in his vast, empty mansion, he asserted his dominance with a cruel intimacy that left me bruised and shattered, not an act of passion, but conquest.

The next morning, the news hailed Daniel Miller as a hero, promoting him to Chairman of the Board for "exposing" Mark, painting my family as villains.

Trembling, I turned to Ethan.

"You saw this? You knew this would happen? You promised you would help me."

His cruel smile sent shivers down my spine.

"Why would I help the family that destroyed my sister?"

My mind reeled.

He accused my family of ruining his sister Anna' s life, of orchestrating a scandal that led to her infertility.

His eyes burned with hatred.

"You think I married you for love? I married you so I could have you right where I want you. You are going to pay for what your family did to Anna. Your family was corrupt, and they got what they deserved."

My savior had become my tormentor, and I had walked straight from one monster into the arms of another.

Hope died.

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