His Empire, My Vengeful Return

of our future on the cold hospital

ry sum meant to erase me so he could

stepping stone he could cast

tress, Clarabelle, watched with a triumphant smile. They had created an atmosphere of ch

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he haze of my contractions. My body was already failing me. I was alone, confine

ly triumph. "She's not getting any special treatmen

the pain. My breath hitched. My baby,

o my swollen belly, a shield for the tiny life within. Every muscle in my core screamed in

livery room. The medical staff, moments ago bustling with calm efficiency, now stood froz

egistered her perfectly styled hair and expensive suit. She was a predator in Prada

approached my bed. Her gaze, sharp and disdainful, raked over my

l distress washed over me, triggered by her menacing proximit

ng me feel small and helpless. The sterile white sheets crumpled beneath me as

wam, and for a terrifying second, my thoughts scattered. A high-pitched ringing fill

ss. The contractions, already relentless, intensified, twisting my insides in

.. I need a doctor. Please, help me!" My voice was barely a whi

ld floor. Her eyes, cold and calculating, met mine. She leaned in close, her voice a venom

"You think you deserve help? You think someone with your b

? My identity, my past, was supposed to be a secre

tocratic, held a strange familiarity. A sense of unease, a cold dre

xistence, created a new life for me, Kaylene Boyd, a quiet girl from a modest background. All for my safety, for a chance at a normal life. They controlled every public narrative, every photograph. O

eclipsing the pain. "You have no idea who I am," I sp

nothing. A placeholder. A convenient lie." Her voice gre

e rage, I lashed out, my voice rising in a defia

is shadow falling over me. His imposing presence was

ne from her pocket, its screen glowing with an image. Kenton, my Kenton, stood beside her, his arm wrapped around

ud in the pit of my stomach. The image bu

ress. "He always chooses status, Kaylene. And l

ing realization. Kenton. He wouldn't... Not Kenton. My mind, even in it

d, the words tearing my throat.

ure without you. And soon, without this... inconvenience." She gestured dismissively at m

t," she commanded, her voice ringing with authority. "The world needs to see what happens when you c