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Jilted By Nephew, Claimed By King

Jilted By Nephew, Claimed By King

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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1200    |    Released on: 07/02/2026

t her head down, her chin tucked against her chest, letting her shoulders shake in a rhythm that mimicked terror. It was

n the drips of water falling from a rusted pipe somewhere in the darkness. But mostly, she calculated the distance between

ve f

ead in three seconds. But this wasn

rough the cavernous space. Light flooded in, harsh and blinding. Annelise squeeze

nel

th. He sounded like a man who had run a marathon, or p

against the industrial decay. Behind him, clutching the back of his jacket, was Felicia. Her stepsister. Felicia's makeup wa

d, her voice trembling.

tor tucked against his throat, turning his y

Red numbers ticked down. 1:59. 1:58. "The bomb is rigged to the door mechanism.

The ticking of the timer seemed to amplify, bounci

at Preston. She looked at the man who saw her as a rival for his family's power, a piece on a chessboard he desperately wanted off the board. This was the man whose

etched her neck out, reaching for

rt of the dowdy fiancée-to-be for his crippled uncle. He saw her messy hair, the lack of makeup, the way she cower

ilk blouse that caught the light. Felicia, who let out

elicia sobbed. "Preston,

n the pillar

gonize. He didn't even say he was so

h his voice was flat, devoid of any r

aped her throat. She lunged forward, falling onto her side

owed her out. The heavy iron slab slammed shut with a finality that s

cold concrete for ex

e stoppe

iously contorted in fear, smoothed into a mask of bored indifference. With a simple twist of her wrists and a s

i," she said, her vo

aling a face flushed with adrenaline and sweat. He hurried ove

ooking at the closed door. "I mean,

her knees. She looked down at the gray swea

pulled out a tube of lipstick. Using the reflection in the darkened screen of the tablet Benji handed

econd," Benji said, tap

d the exact moment Preston recoiled from her. It captured the way he grabbed Felicia's hand.

to the press?

small, cruel smile played on her lips. "This isn't for the p

ng of the devil. His convoy is t

ssed the tablet bac

e where they had pre-staged the accelerants. He struc

olent, climbing the walls and eating the oxygen in the room

nelise ordered. "Make

side, Boss." Benji van

r hair, pulling strands loose until she looked wild and unhinged. She began to hyperventil

her eyes. The heat was becoming unbeara

me to mee

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Jilted By Nephew, Claimed By King
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“I was kneeling on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse, staring at a ticking timer while a masked man held a knife to my throat. My fiancé's nephew, Preston, finally burst through the door, but he wasn't alone. He was clutching my stepsister, Felicia, both of them looking frantic. The kidnapper gave Preston a brutal choice: the bomb was rigged to the door, and he could only take one woman with him. The other would stay behind to burn. Without a single second of hesitation, Preston grabbed Felicia's hand and turned his back on me. "I'm sorry, Annelise," he said, his voice flat and devoid of any real regret. He slammed the heavy iron door shut, leaving me to scream in the darkness as the flames began to roar. He didn't just leave me to die; he did it to protect his inheritance, treating me like a piece of trash that was finally being cleared from his path. Later, in the hospital, he didn't even offer an apology. Instead, he raised his hand to strike me, threatening to finish what the fire started if I dared to speak a word about his cowardice. His stepsister laughed, trying to pour scalding coffee on my face while calling me a pathetic loser who should have stayed in the warehouse. I sat there, cowering and shaking like a broken girl, letting them believe they had won. I watched their cruelty with wide, watery eyes, wondering how they could be so blind to the monster they were provoking. What Preston didn't know was that the entire kidnapping was a performance I had choreographed myself, and every second of his betrayal was recorded in 4K. Now, I've successfully moved into the manor of the real king-his uncle, Francesco Lancaster. He thinks he's rescued a wounded bird, but he's actually invited a world-class predator into his home. The game is no longer about survival; it's about total destruction.”