The Lover Who Became My Killer

Edilaine Beckert

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The first time I kidnapped my lover's mistress, he had me killed for it. I gave him eight years, built his empire brick by bloody brick, and was secretly carrying his child. But for a fragile art student, he had me drugged on a gurney. I was awake as a back-alley doctor cut our baby from my womb. I heard our child's single cry, then silence. "Anything that threatens her, I will destroy," he whispered, his voice void of all emotion. "Even you. Even our child." He then left me for his men to violate and discard. My last thought was that I was just a queen he was willing to sacrifice for a pretty new pawn. But then my eyes snapped open. I was in my car, my stomach flat, my hands gripping the steering wheel. The date on my phone seared itself into my brain. I was back on the day of the first kidnapping. This time, I wouldn't be a sacrifice. This time, I would survive.

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Chapter 5 Chapter 5

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Chapter 1 Chapter 1

The first time I confronted my lover's mistress, it cost me everything. I gave him eight years, built his empire brick by brick, and was secretly carrying his child.

But for a fragile art student, he had me delivered into a waking nightmare.

I was conscious as a shadow fell over me. A cold finality washed through me, and the faint, fluttering warmth I had cherished within myself simply... vanished. The world that had been two became one again, leaving behind an eternal, hollow silence.

"Anything that threatens her, I will destroy," he whispered, his voice void of all emotion. "Even you. Even our child."

He then turned his back on me, leaving me to the cold watch of his men, a queen he was willing to sacrifice for a pretty new pawn. My last thought was that I was just a queen he was willing to sacrifice for a pretty new pawn.

But then my eyes snapped open.

I was in my car, my stomach flat, my hands gripping the steering wheel. The date on my phone seared itself into my brain. I was back on the day of the first confrontation.

This time, I wouldn't be a sacrifice. This time, I would survive.

Chapter 1

Alana Casey POV:

The first time I confronted Eliana Harrington, my lover-the father of my unborn child-ensured I would never do so again.

Eight years. I gave Conrad Jensen eight years of my life. We built this empire together, brick by brick. My hands are just as stained as his. I was his strategist, his enforcer, his other half. I had once shielded him from a fatal attack, literally. The faint, silvery scar above my collarbone was a permanent reminder of the night I'd thrown myself in front of him in a deal gone wrong. We were a team. A unit. A force.

Then came the scent of lilies and watercolor paint clinging to his clothes.

It was subtle at first. A scent so out of place in our world of gunpowder, expensive cologne, and sterile cash that it was like a siren. He started coming home later. His phone, once left carelessly on the nightstand, was now always in his pocket, screen down. He'd smile at me, but the smile never reached his ice-blue eyes. Those eyes, which used to burn with a fire only I could stoke, were now distant, looking at something-or someone-else.

My suspicions grew, and it wasn't long before I saw her for myself. Eliana Harrington. An art student. All wide, innocent eyes and a fragile frame that looked like a strong gust of wind could snap her in two. The photos made my stomach clench. She was everything I wasn't. Soft. Pure. Untainted by the filth we lived in.

My second-in-command, Marcus, confirmed my fears. "He's set her up in a penthouse downtown, boss. Pays her tuition, sends her flowers every day. The whole nine yards."

He didn't need to say more. Conrad had never sent me flowers. We dealt in ledgers and ammunition, not roses. The penthouse was one of our syndicate's secure properties, a place I myself had cleared for high-value assets. To know he was keeping her there, in our world, under my nose... it was a betrayal that tasted like acid.

So I did what I knew how to do. I moved to handle the problem.

I arranged a meeting at one of our warehouses. When she arrived, she looked like a scared little girl. But I knew better. She was a complication, and I was the solution.

That's when Conrad burst in, his face a mask of fury I'd only ever seen him direct at our enemies. He didn't even look at me. His eyes were locked on her, his fragile Eliana. He moved to her side with a gentleness that made my blood run cold.

Then, he turned to me. His words were a physical blow, so sharp my ear rang with the shock of them.

"Don't you ever touch her again," he snarled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He held the crying girl against his chest, stroking her hair. "She's different."

The words hung in the air, a death sentence for everything we had built.

I didn't listen. I was eight months pregnant with his child, a secret I was waiting to reveal on the anniversary of our partnership. I thought it would bind us, bring us back. I thought it would make him see that I was his future, not her.

I was wrong.

This time, when I went after Eliana, Conrad was ready. He didn't just get angry. He smiled. It was the coldest smile I had ever seen. He praised me for my initiative, told me I did the right thing by bringing a potential problem to his attention. He poured me a glass of water himself.

A sudden, cloying weakness washed over me.

I awoke in that same warehouse, a profound sense of dread washing over me. A man in shadows stood nearby, an instrument glinting under the dim light. Conrad was there, holding Eliana's hand, watching. Tears streamed down my face as a cold finality settled in my soul, an irreversible severing. I felt a profound emptiness where our child had been. A memory of a faint, fragile warmth flickered and then went out.

Then silence.

Conrad leaned down, his face inches from mine. "Now you understand. Anything that threatens her, I will destroy. Even you. Even our child."

He kissed Eliana softly and they turned to leave. "Ensure she understands the situation," he said over his shoulder to his men who had gathered in the shadows. They moved to surround me, their presence a suffocating weight.

As my world faded, filled with a cold despair, my last coherent thought was a bitter one. In his world, Conrad was a king. I was just the queen he was willing to sacrifice for a pretty new pawn. I never stood a chance.

Darkness.

Then, a sudden, blinding light. The squeal of tires on asphalt.

My eyes snapped open. I was in the driver's seat of my car, my hands gripping the steering wheel. My heart was pounding like a drum against my ribs, my body slick with a cold sweat. The smell of leather and my own perfume filled my nostrils.

I looked down. My stomach was flat. No baby bump. No scars. I fumbled for my phone. The date on the screen seared itself into my brain. It was the day of the first confrontation. The day it all started to go wrong.

The warehouse was just ahead. My men were waiting for my signal. Inside, Eliana Harrington was waiting for me.

My breath hitched. The phantom feeling of loss, the echo of that fragile cry, the leering faces of Conrad's men-it was all so real. A wave of nausea washed over me.

No. Not again.

I wasn't going to be a sacrifice. Not this time.

I took a deep, shuddering breath and picked up the walkie-talkie. "Let her go," I said, my voice hoarse.

"Boss?" Marcus's voice crackled back, confused.

"You heard me. Escort her out, put her in a cab a few blocks from her apartment. Wipe the security footage. Erase any trace we were ever there. Now."

Silence. Then, "Understood."

I leaned my head back against the seat, my body trembling. One threat neutralized. Now for the other one. The tiny, innocent one growing inside of me. The one that had been used as a weapon to destroy me.

I pulled out my phone again, my fingers shaking as I searched for a way out, a path that was mine alone.

But this time, I wouldn't go to the warehouse. I would let Conrad rescue his damsel in distress himself. Let him play the hero.

I wanted to see it with my own eyes.

From the shadows of an alley across the street, I watched. It didn't take long. A black sedan screeched to a halt. Conrad leaped out before it had even fully stopped, his face etched with a panic I had never seen before. He ran inside, and a few moments later, he emerged, carrying a sobbing Eliana in his arms.

He held her like she was made of glass, whispering into her hair, his entire body a shield around hers. He placed her gently in the car, and just before he got in, he looked up, his eyes scanning the darkness. For a terrifying second, I thought he'd seen me. His gaze seemed to bore right through the shadows, filled with a murderous rage. He was looking for the person who had dared to touch his precious girl.

That look wasn't for an enemy. It was for me.

My world, which I thought had already shattered, broke into a million more pieces. I watched them drive away, a perfect portrait of a hero and his rescued princess.

And in that moment, I knew. The eight years, the loyalty, the love I thought we shared-it was all a lie.

Tears streamed down my face, hot and silent. I stood there for what felt like an eternity, the cold night air seeping into my bones. Then, with a resolve forged in the fires of a horrific memory, I turned away. My hand went to my flat stomach.

I made a decision. A hard one. I needed to erase every last piece of him from my future. A future that had to be my own. My life as Alana Casey, his queen, was over. Now, only one thing mattered. Survival.