His Empire, My Vengeful Return

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ck with unshed tears and a terrifying, bone-de

o him as if he were the last anchor in a world utterly adrift. My tears, which I thought had run dry, flowed anew, hot and endless, soaking his expensive suit. I buried my

own tears tracing paths down his weathered cheeks. "Daddy's here. I'm so, so sorry I wasn't here sooner." He pulled back slightly, his eyes still burning with an inferno of ra

nd Kenton, who had paused, shocked by my father's abrupt entrance, back into view. They stoo

heir sight, his broad shoulders a bulwark against thei

Kaylene? I thought you were supposed to be a big girl now. You're just a pathetic little nobody from a trashy background, always clinging to men for survival." She glan

s knuckles turning white, and I felt the powerful tension in

ging into his bicep. Not yet. Not lik

ead, my gaze meeting his. The tears that had streamed down my face moments ago had now dried, leavin

heir world crumble, piece by agonizing piece. I wanted them to experience the profound, suffocating emptiness that now resided within me. I wanted them to understand the

. They would learn, slowly and painfully, what it meant to dehumanize a life. My revenge would be a slow, agonizing burn, a public spectacle mi

d, my voice barely

me, the cold, calculating woman rising from the ashes of her shattered self. He

Even her own family knows she's not worth the fuss. Now, about our wedding plans..." She turned back to my father, a simpering smile on her face. "Mr. Mcneil, I'm sure you u

twisted in agony, when her carefully constructed world imploded.

head high. She was about to continue her venomous monologue when he

horror stealing over her features. The color drained from

nts ago loud and mocking, was now a breathless whisper. "Mr. Mcneil?" she stammered, her smile forced and trem