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Broken Doll No More: Her Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 3

Word Count: 746 | Released on: 15/01/2026

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code, and the

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g one of my silk robes, lounging

sk, counting money. He didn't

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of my rob

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s eyes

ing here is Anthony's. And Anthony

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said. "Jus

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cross the roo

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throat and slammed

the plaster, and stars

s face inches from mine. "She is

d my grandmother

care," Ant

d me down

ad told him once, in

oons had locked me in a janitor's closet for two days.

me to the

forced with concrete. S

aid, coldly. "You need to learn

heels into the floor. "Anth

n't he

and I fell onto th

the door, but

lammed shut, and

ness was

nst my eyes. It

cre

r until my fists bl

l in the corner, hugging the ur

urs. Maybe days. I

waves. It felt

austion set in,

ng else too

hought about every lie. I

asn't just crue

A truly powerful man wouldn't need to

. I stopped bang

the darkness become a sh

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the lock turn, I didn

yed s

nd light flooded i

l stood

ed down

I knew he expected to see a b

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ry. My expres

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ttered. "We hav

and walke

ook back a

he darkness

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“I stood before the heavy oak door with a positive pregnancy test burning a hole in my pocket, ready to tell the Underboss, Anthony Holden, that his legacy was secured. But before I could turn the handle, I heard his twin brother laughing from inside. "She screams your name, not mine. It is a little insulting, brother," Emmanuel mocked. "Three years of celibacy for the alliance while you play with my toy," Anthony sighed. "I deserve a medal." My world shattered. For three years, I thought I was the exception to their violence, but I had been sleeping with a monster in the dark. When I kicked the door open, Bianca House-my high school tormentor-was sitting there like a queen. "Happy anniversary, Erica," she sneered. "You were just a placeholder for the territory deal." They didn't stop there. They took my dignity, and then they took my life. At a dinner intended to show unity, they watched me choke on peanuts. Anthony looked me in the eye and used my EpiPen on Bianca's fake faint while I suffocated on the floor. They threw my grandmother's ashes off a balcony just to watch me scream. They pushed me into traffic to ensure I'd be a compliant prop for their wedding. They killed the baby in my womb. They thought they had broken me. They thought I was just a nurse, a civilian, a loose end. But on the day of the wedding, I wasn't in the pews. I was on a bus out of state, hacking the church's livestream. As the priest began to speak, I replaced the image of the cross with the video of their confession. I watched their empire crumble from a cracked phone screen, leaving the monsters behind to find a man who would actually burn the world for me.”