Betrayed By Love, Reborn in Vengeance

Betrayed By Love, Reborn in Vengeance

Gavin

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The warehouse air bit deep, the night before my engagement party. I was Noah Miller, a tech prodigy, about to marry Emily Stone. Now, I lay broken on a frozen concrete floor, limbs shattered, a final blow to my head fading the world to red and black. Men sent by my own fiancée did this. Left for dead, I survived on frozen concrete, only to find myself in a hospital with my mother, Susan Miller, CEO of Miller Corp, vowing revenge. But her words turned arctic as I overheard her: "He and his father were getting too ambitious. They were a threat to Alex' s position." Alex, my adopted brother. The son she truly cherished. They plotted to install Alex as my replacement, to marry Emily and take over the company. My mother casually dismissed my critical injuries, stating my ability to have children was "irrelevant" since I wouldn' t inherit anyway. She chose to let me be crippled. The family I thought I had was a snake pit. The devastating truth hit me - my own mother orchestrated this, all for Alex, and for his biological father, Robert Davis, the man who swapped us at birth. She knew the truth, yet embraced the lie, denying me the love and privilege that should have been mine. My life was a lie. My future, gone. What was the point of surviving? My very existence became a testament to their cruelty. But somewhere deep inside, a flicker of outrage ignited. A hidden phone, a forgotten contact-Leo, a ghost from my street past. He picked up. "I need your help," I rasped. This wasn't about hope. It was a cold, hard promise of revenge.

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The warehouse air bit deep, the night before my engagement party. I was Noah Miller, a tech prodigy, about to marry Emily Stone. Now, I lay broken on a frozen concrete floor, limbs shattered, a final blow to my head fading the world to red and black.

Men sent by my own fiancée did this. Left for dead, I survived on frozen concrete, only to find myself in a hospital with my mother, Susan Miller, CEO of Miller Corp, vowing revenge. But her words turned arctic as I overheard her: "He and his father were getting too ambitious. They were a threat to Alex' s position."

Alex, my adopted brother. The son she truly cherished. They plotted to install Alex as my replacement, to marry Emily and take over the company. My mother casually dismissed my critical injuries, stating my ability to have children was "irrelevant" since I wouldn' t inherit anyway. She chose to let me be crippled.

The family I thought I had was a snake pit. The devastating truth hit me - my own mother orchestrated this, all for Alex, and for his biological father, Robert Davis, the man who swapped us at birth. She knew the truth, yet embraced the lie, denying me the love and privilege that should have been mine.

My life was a lie. My future, gone. What was the point of surviving? My very existence became a testament to their cruelty.

But somewhere deep inside, a flicker of outrage ignited. A hidden phone, a forgotten contact-Leo, a ghost from my street past. He picked up. "I need your help," I rasped. This wasn't about hope. It was a cold, hard promise of revenge.

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