Sacrificed Everything For A Heartless Man

Sacrificed Everything For A Heartless Man

Felix Turner

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I sold my soul for my fiancé, Dante Guy. I liquidated my company and handed him my entire inheritance to save his construction empire from collapse. He thanked me by taking a wrecking ball to my parents' legacy-a children' s hospital wing-to build luxury condos for his mistress, Karly. Just as I reeled from the betrayal, I discovered I was pregnant. But from my hospital bed, I overheard the words that shattered what was left of my world. "Her child... it' s a mistake. A complication," Dante whispered to Karly on the phone. "You and our son are the future." He called me a parasite living off his generosity, twisting every sacrifice I' d made into a weakness. The man whose new empire was built on my family' s ashes had not only betrayed me; he had erased me. That night, Karly had me strapped to a chair and tortured with an electroshock device, trying to harm our unborn child. When Dante found me broken on the floor, he chose to comfort her, telling me I needed to "make sacrifices for the family." As he carried me back to our gilded cage, my mind went eerily calm. He thought I was nothing without him. He was about to find out just how wrong he was.

Chapter 1

I sold my soul for my fiancé, Dante Guy. I liquidated my company and handed him my entire inheritance to save his construction empire from collapse.

He thanked me by taking a wrecking ball to my parents' legacy-a children' s hospital wing-to build luxury condos for his mistress, Karly. Just as I reeled from the betrayal, I discovered I was pregnant.

But from my hospital bed, I overheard the words that shattered what was left of my world.

"Her child... it' s a mistake. A complication," Dante whispered to Karly on the phone. "You and our son are the future."

He called me a parasite living off his generosity, twisting every sacrifice I' d made into a weakness. The man whose new empire was built on my family' s ashes had not only betrayed me; he had erased me.

That night, Karly had me strapped to a chair and tortured with an electroshock device, trying to harm our unborn child. When Dante found me broken on the floor, he chose to comfort her, telling me I needed to "make sacrifices for the family."

As he carried me back to our gilded cage, my mind went eerily calm. He thought I was nothing without him. He was about to find out just how wrong he was.

Chapter 1

Brooklyn Villarreal POV:

I sold my soul for my fiancé, Dante Guy, and he thanked me by demolishing my parents' legacy.

"Are you sure about this, Brooklyn?" Maya' s voice was a soft crackle through the phone' s speaker, a thin thread of sanity in the sterile quiet of the lawyer' s office. "Liquidating everything? The company you built from the ground up?"

I stared at the document on the mahogany table. The paper was crisp, the ink a stark, unforgiving black. It represented the end of everything I was, and the beginning of whatever I was becoming for him.

"Dante needs it, Maya," I said, my voice flatter than I intended. "Guy Construction is on the verge of collapse. This is the only way."

"Dante needed you when your parents were still alive, and they practically handed him their architectural firm on a silver platter to merge with his failing company. You gave him your inheritance. Now you' re giving him your future? When does it stop?"

The pen in my hand felt heavy, a small, dense weight pulling me toward a decision I knew, deep down, was a mistake. I pressed the nib to the signature line.

"This is different," I whispered, more to myself than to her. "This is for us. For our marriage."

"Is it?" she pressed, her voice sharp with a skepticism I refused to acknowledge. "Or is it just for him? Again?"

The question hung in the air, thick and suffocating. A tremor ran through my hand. I remembered standing on that empty lot just last week, the place where the St. Jude' s Children' s Hospital wing once stood. The wing my parents, two of the most celebrated architects of their generation, had designed and funded as their final act of philanthropy before their tragic accident.

Dante stood beside me, his arm around my shoulders, not in comfort, but in triumph. He hadn' t told me. He' d orchestrated the demolition behind my back, a secret deal with Karly Gomez' s family to build luxury condos. To appease her. His mistress.

"It' s a prime piece of real estate, Brooklyn," he' d said, his voice smooth as polished stone. "Your parents would have understood. It' s good business."

Good business. He' d taken their final, most cherished work-a sanctuary for sick children-and turned it into rubble for a woman he was sleeping with. He had taken their memory and ground it into dust.

That was the moment I understood. The gratitude he' d shown after I' d saved his company the first time hadn' t been real. It had soured into entitlement. My sacrifice was no longer a gift; it was an obligation.

"Brooklyn? Are you still there?"

My throat tightened. I could feel the phantom ache of their absence, a hollow space in my chest that had never healed. They were gone. And the last beautiful thing they had given to the world was gone, too. Erased.

"I have to do this, Maya." My voice was a raw whisper. The ink bled from the pen onto the paper, a final, dark stain. Brooklyn Villarreal.

"No, you don' t. You can walk away. You can leave him."

I let out a short, bitter laugh that sounded more like a sob. "He would never let me go. You know how he is. He' d hunt me to the ends of the earth."

"So you' re just going to sign away your life' s work? For what? A man who cheated on you and then destroyed the one thing you begged him to protect?"

"This isn' t about saving my company anymore," I said, my voice hardening. "It' s about escaping him."

I pushed the signed document across the table to my lawyer, who watched me with pity in his eyes.

"This is the only way he' ll believe I have nothing left," I explained, my gaze fixed on the papers that sealed my fate. "The only way he' ll believe... that I' m gone."

Maya was silent for a long moment. When she spoke again, her voice was thick with unshed tears. "Your parents... they would be heartbroken to see you do this."

A single tear escaped and traced a cold path down my cheek. I didn't bother to wipe it away.

"They' re already heartbroken, Maya," I whispered, the pen dropping from my numb fingers. "They died the day he took a wrecking ball to their memory."

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