From His Pawn To Her Queen

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I was Kennedy Hall, the rebellious journalist of a political dynasty. My only escape was a secret, passionate affair with Elliot Solis, a powerful CEO carved from ice and logic. He called me his "beautiful disaster," a storm contained within the walls of his penthouse. But our affair was built on a lie. I discovered he was only "taming" me as a favor to another woman, Camille-the fragile daughter of my father's chief of staff, to whom he owed an unpayable debt. He publicly chose her over me, wiping her tears with a tenderness he never showed me. He protected her, defended her, and when I was cornered by a predator, he abandoned me to rush to her side. The ultimate betrayal came when he had me thrown in jail and beaten, hissing that I needed to "learn my lesson." The final blow came during a car crash. Without a second's hesitation, he threw himself in front of Camille, shielding her with his body and leaving me to face the impact alone. I wasn't his love; I was a liability he was willing to sacrifice. Lying broken in a hospital bed, I finally understood. I wasn't his beautiful disaster; I was his fool. So I did the only thing I could. I burned his perfect world to the ground, accepted a marriage proposal from a kind billionaire who promised me peace, and walked away to start a new life, leaving the ashes of our love behind.

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Chapter 22

The day before yesterday 17:33

Chapter 1

But our affair was built on a lie. I discovered he was only "taming" me as a favor to another woman, Camille-the fragile daughter of my father's chief of staff, to whom he owed an unpayable debt.

He publicly chose her over me, wiping her tears with a tenderness he never showed me. He protected her, defended her, and when I was cornered by a predator, he abandoned me to rush to her side. The ultimate betrayal came when he had me thrown in jail and beaten, hissing that I needed to "learn my lesson."

The final blow came during a car crash. Without a second's hesitation, he threw himself in front of Camille, shielding her with his body and leaving me to face the impact alone. I wasn't his love; I was a liability he was willing to sacrifice.

Lying broken in a hospital bed, I finally understood. I wasn't his beautiful disaster; I was his fool. So I did the only thing I could. I burned his perfect world to the ground, accepted a marriage proposal from a kind billionaire who promised me peace, and walked away to start a new life, leaving the ashes of our love behind.

Chapter 1

Kennedy Hall was a paradox.

To the public, she was the wild card of the Hall political dynasty, an investigative journalist whose byline was a constant source of anxiety for her father, Senator Dwight Pittman. She was brilliant, rebellious, and a liability.

In the shadows, in the sterile quiet of a penthouse overlooking the city, she was someone else entirely. Here, she was a secret, a passion, a storm contained within the four walls of Elliot Solis' s world.

Elliot Solis, CEO of the monolithic tech security firm, Solis Systems, was a man carved from ice and logic. His power was controlled, his emotions a locked vault. He was everything her family stood for, yet entirely his own man.

Their affair was a torrid, desperate thing, a clash of two worlds that should never have met. It was her only escape.

And it was about to end.

Kennedy lay in his bed, the early morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She was planning to destroy a man her father needed, a corrupt union boss whose exposure would derail the Senator's latest bill. It was a good story. It was also a declaration of war against her own family.

She watched him as he dressed. The soft cotton of his shirt was replaced by the crisp, starched fabric of his work attire. The transformation was always swift, the lover disappearing, the CEO materializing in his place.

"Stay," she said, the word a soft plea in the quiet room.

He didn't turn around. He simply adjusted his tie in the reflection of the dark window.

"I have a board meeting at seven."

"Cancel it."

He finally turned, his face unreadable. "You know I can't do that."

The dismissal was a familiar sting. She watched him pick up his briefcase, his movements precise and economical. There was no kiss goodbye, no lingering touch. There never was.

"Elliot," she tried again, a knot of desperation tightening in her stomach.

"We'll talk later," he said, and then he was gone. The door clicked shut, leaving her alone in the vast, empty space. Later. His promises of 'later' were ghosts that never materialized.

The coldness of the room seeped into her bones. She didn' t wait. She grabbed her own phone and dialed her father's chief of staff, her voice hard and clear.

"Tell my father I accept."

There was a moment of shocked silence on the other end of the line. "You... you accept the Anderson proposal?"

"Yes," Kennedy said, her eyes vacant. "The marriage alliance with Jamey Anderson. I'll do it."

The offer had been on the table for weeks, a political maneuver designed by Senator Pittman to secure a massive campaign donation from the reclusive tech billionaire. It was a sale, and she was the product.

"There's one condition," she added, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone.

"Anything, Kennedy. The Senator will be thrilled."

"I want it announced today. This morning. I want the press release to go out in the next hour."

"Of course," the man stammered, overjoyed. "Consider it done."

She hung up, the finality of her decision settling over her like a shroud. She had just traded one cage for another.

As she gathered her things, her gaze fell on a second phone lying on the nightstand. Elliot's personal device. He never left it behind. A cold dread washed over her. She picked it up. The screen lit up with a new message.

It was from Camille Mcdowell.

The message was simple, deceptively sweet. "Are you okay, Elliot? I heard she was with you. Did she give you a hard time?"

Camille. The fragile, doe-eyed daughter of her father' s chief of staff. The woman to whom Elliot owed an unpayable debt. Years ago, Camille had taken the fall for a corporate espionage scandal that would have destroyed Elliot' s career before it even began. He had been indebted to her ever since, a fact Camille leveraged with surgical precision.

Kennedy' s mind flashed back to the month before, when she'd been roughed up by a source' s security guards while chasing a lead. She' d shown up at Elliot' s door, bruised and shaken. He had looked at her, his face a mask of cold logic, and told her to be more careful next time. He never asked if she was in pain.

But for Camille, there was always concern. Always a soft touch.

A bitter taste filled her mouth. She threw on her clothes, a reckless plan forming in her mind. He was supposed to be at his office for a board meeting. She would go there, confront him, see the truth for herself.

She hailed a cab, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. But as the taxi neared the Solis Systems skyscraper, she saw him. He wasn't in a meeting. He was walking into a small cafe across the street.

And he wasn't alone.

Camille Mcdowell was with him, clinging to his arm. Kennedy paid the driver and slipped out of the car, hiding behind a parked van. Through the cafe window, she watched them.

Camille was crying, her delicate face a picture of distress. Elliot leaned in, his expression uncharacteristically soft. He said something Kennedy couldn't hear. Then, he reached out and gently wiped a tear from Camille's cheek with his thumb.

The gesture was so tender, so intimate, it felt like a physical blow. He had never touched her with such care. Not once.

The world around Kennedy seemed to fade to a dull roar. The foundation of her secret life, the one thing she thought was real, crumbled into dust.

Her father had sold her. That was a betrayal born of ambition, something she could understand, even if she couldn't forgive it. He had handed her over to Elliot two years ago, a wild daughter to be "tamed" by a man he respected. "Teach her some discipline," the Senator had said, as if she were an unruly pet.

At first, she had fought him with everything she had. She' d hacked his servers, crashed his car, and filled his office with a hundred black cats, an homage to his sleek, predatory nature. She did everything she could to break through his icy control. He handled it all with infuriating calm, cleaning up her messes without a word of reproach.

The breaking point came on his birthday. She' d drugged his wine, a petty act of rebellion meant to humiliate him. But the drug had an unexpected effect. It didn' t knock him out; it stripped away his layers of control, leaving him raw and vulnerable. That night, in a haze of confusion and desire, he had pulled her close, his voice rough with an emotion she' d never heard before. He had called her his "beautiful disaster."

And in that moment of weakness, she had fallen for him. Completely.

Their secret world was born. A world of stolen nights and whispered secrets, a place where the powerful CEO and the rebellious journalist could exist without judgment. She thought he saw her, truly saw the fire beneath the rebellion. She thought he loved her for it.

She had planned to tell him she loved him last month, at an awards ceremony where he was being honored. She bought a new dress, rehearsed the words in her head a thousand times.

He never showed up.

The next day, the tabloids were filled with pictures of him and Camille, dining at an exclusive restaurant. The headline read: "Tech Mogul Elliot Solis and Philanthropist Camille Mcdowell: A Love Rekindled?"

Kennedy had gotten drunk. She' d gone to his penthouse and smashed a priceless vase, the shards of crystal littering the floor like her shattered hopes.

When he finally arrived, he hadn' t looked at her. He had looked at the mess on the floor.

"I'll have the cleaning crew take care of this," was all he said.

That was the moment the love began to die. Watching him with Camille now, wiping away her tears with a tenderness he never showed her, was the final, fatal blow. It wasn't just about the debt he owed Camille. It was a choice. And he had never, not once, chosen her.

A cold, hard resolve settled in her heart. She wasn't just a pawn in her father's game anymore. She had been a fool in Elliot's as well.

She turned away from the window and walked back to the Hall family mansion, her steps steady and purposeful.

She found her father, Senator Dwight Pittman, in his study, her stepmother and Camille' s mother, Evelyn, hovering nearby.

"The announcement has been made," Dwight said, a rare smile gracing his lips. "The Anderson alliance is a brilliant move, Kennedy."

"I have another condition," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.

His smile faltered. "What is it?"

"I want to be disowned. Publicly. I want the Hall name stripped from me. I will go to Seattle as Kennedy Hall, not a Pittman. I want nothing from this family."

The Senator stared at her, his face a mask of disbelief and fury. Evelyn, however, had a flicker of triumph in her eyes.

"You're being ridiculous," Dwight snarled.

"Am I?" Kennedy' s lips twisted into a bitter smile. "Or am I just reminding you of the price of your ambition? Do you remember the union pension fund you 'mismanaged' a decade ago? The one that disappeared right before your first big campaign? I do. I have the records. Disown me, or the world will know exactly what kind of man you are."

His face went pale, then flushed with rage. He stood up, his hand raised as if to strike her.

"Get out," he hissed, his voice shaking. "You are no longer my daughter."

"Good," she said, turning to leave. As she reached the door, she paused. "And one more thing, Dwight. Jamey Anderson's company specializes in data security. The most advanced in the world. If I were you, I'd be very careful about where my secrets are kept from now on."

She walked out without a backward glance. Once she was in her old bedroom, the door safely locked, she finally allowed herself to collapse. Sobs wracked her body, tears of grief for a father who never loved her and a man who had systematically broken her heart. She had sacrificed her name, her family, her entire identity, just to escape Elliot Solis.

Later that evening, as she was packing the last of her belongings, she heard voices in the hallway. Her father's voice, warm and paternal, followed by the soft, sweet tones of Camille Mcdowell.

"Don't worry, my dear. This will always be your home."

Kennedy froze. She opened her door a crack and peered out. Her father was leading Camille into the room directly opposite hers. The room that had belonged to Kennedy's mother, untouched since her death.

He was giving her mother's room to Camille.

A cold, numbing calm washed over Kennedy. She closed her door silently. There was nothing left here for her. Nothing at all.