My Fiance's Betrayal, My Fiery Vengeance

ing embers of the sunset. This was no longer my home; it was a museum of stolen grandeur, a monument to the

to greet me, to offer assistance. Now, they treated me like a ghost, an unwelcome specter haunting their new employers' lavish lives. A young maid, no older than I was when I first inherited t

ugh his, a smug proprietorship in her stance. "Christy, you made it!" Elias exclaimed, his voice too loud, too

u know, recover without too much fuss." Her eyes sparkled with feigned concern. "We

s a child. A place for forgotten things. Another deliberate barb. Georgette Maddox, Kelly' s shadow, eme

etness. "You really need a calm environment. Remember how you used to be, Christy

wn good, Christy. After... the Hamptons. We just want you to be safe. And well." He squeezed my arm, his fingers digging

le. "Thank you, Elias. Kelly. Georgette." My compliance seemed to please them. Elias's grip on my

on't you go settle in? We're having a small gathering later, nothing too stre

y," I murmured, my gaze fixed on the floor. I turned to l

through me, but I kept my face impassive. His touch was a violation, a reminder of what he had once pretended to feel. He leaned closer, his breath hot a

pull me closer, his hand sliding down my back. That's when his fingers brushed against the fresh, j

by an expression of pure revulsion. His face paled, and he visibly shudde

spark of triumph ignited within me. He was repulsed.

, stepped forward, her brow furrowed

e institutionalization. They tried a lot of experimental treatments. It's left her... c

he living room. "Elias, darling! Come back, the cater

e glance, then turned and practically fled towards Georgette. "Coming

every freckle. He used to trace patterns on my bare skin, whispering promises of forever. Lies. All of it. He was always repulse

lias and Kelly had played a dangerous game, one that had cost me four years of my life, my family's legacy, and nearly my soul. Th

ut the bur

lify phase one. Target

brated almos

tood. De

I want the world to see him for what he is.

oom, followed by Elias' s deep chuckle. They so

mian' s message read. "

my eyes, picturing Elias' s face, contorted i

eryone knows it was me. Let them

over me. They wanted a show? I would give them one.