From Asylum to Empire: Her Sweet Revenge

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"Don't! Think of the baby! Think of our baby!" She was crying now, truly

blazing with fury, flickered to Harlow's distraught face, then back to mine. The rag

pulled me back from the precipice, their hands rough, ungentle. My

, every muscle screaming in protest. My breath hitched, a rag

and disgust. "Get up, Francesca," he snarled, his voice low, venomous. "You're goi

The words were a bitter pill, impossible to swallow. I

ze of pain and terror. This was my last chance

face of my love, was now a portrait of utter depravity. "You want me to disappear,

ng in their depths. "But you'll never f

ward, not at him, but past him, towards the edge of the s

s shout was a despe

t it. Not fear, but freedom. A perverse, exhilarating sense of liberation. The wind whis

of the gala. Pain, blinding and all-consuming, exploded through my body. My

oomed around my head, a dark, crimson stain spreading on the pristine whit

cesca? Francesca, talk to me! What have you done?" His voice

ounce of strength, I raised my blood-soaked hand, not to him, but to the empty

let out a piercing shriek. "My baby! My baby! I'm bleeding!" S

broken form to Harlow's wailing figure. The choice, sta

ging within him. But it was a short one. His ambition, his

towards Harlow, leaving me bleedin

rked over me, their faces grim, a flurry of hurried whispers and urgent co

rhythmic thud of feet carrying me away. The medical vehicle sped t

ocal hospital. This was orchestrated. Co

ng glint, spoke softly into a phone. "The swap is complete. Identity confirmed. Medi

t, her body now sacrificed for my escape. My

e screamed at the doctors, completely ignoring the pale, trembli

rucial medical resources, pulling an additional emergen

ticulously cared for. Broken bones, a severe concussion, interna

sness, the pain a dull throb, th

"hospital room," only to be met with confusion and eventually, the ho

name inextricably linked to my "suicide." The weight of it, the public scandal, the sheer, unimaginable loss, began