The Billionaire's Broken Doll Returns

Chapter 4

Word Count: 670 | Released on: 13/04/2026

blow. Her eyes widened in horror. T

t Jane again, but Carson rais

rbage, Meredith," Carson said

wo massive bodyguards standing b

ms. They hauled her off the floor,

stand. The guards simply dragged her acros

his shoes against the floor sounded

nified Carson's suffocating presence. Jane

s opened to the Intensive Care Unit. The sharp

allway. They stopped in front of the most hea

ing in the bed. She was hooked up to dozens of machines. Her fa

e's lifeless form. A flash of pain crossed his eye

he front of Jane's dirty coat

you," Carson sneered, hi

r violently against the

ith a heavy thud. She slid down the smo

his shoe against her calf,

n. Look at what you

years of guilt and terror broke through he

st the cold glass. "I'm sorry, Blaire.

cruel, mocking smile touch

gainst her ear like a demon. "If apol

dile tears. You think putting on this pathetic little p

rantically. "I know I was wrong. I'll

her jaw. His fingers dug into her ski

his voice dropping to a lethal whi

Why does the victim have to look like a monster,

n like lightning. She unders

tor and heard his words. "Ruin he

table. During the struggle a moment ago, a framed photograph of Blaire

d not h

bling fingers reached out and picked up th

ely sliced into her thum

p at Carson. Her eyes held no an

ed the shard of glass and dragged it

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“Five years ago, I was sentenced to prison for a car accident that left Blaire Lowe fighting for her life in the ICU. The day I was finally released, I thought the nightmare was over, but it had only just begun. Carson Long, the man who once loved me, was waiting. He didn't see a victim of a tragic accident; he saw a monster who deserved to rot. He made sure I knew that freedom was a lie. He turned my life into a living hell, dragging me through the halls of the hospital to witness the ruin I had caused, forcing me to watch as those who once knew me spat on my name and treated me like filth. When he demanded I pay for my sins by destroying my own face, I didn't hesitate. I carved a jagged scar into my cheek just to satisfy his cold, relentless hatred, hoping it would finally be enough to earn his mercy. But he wasn't satisfied. He dragged me to his estate, stripped me of my dignity, and turned me into the house's lowest servant, forcing me to scrub cobblestones until my knees bled and my body gave out. Why did he hate me so much that he wanted me to suffer every second of my existence? Why was he so determined to see my soul crushed into dust, even when I had nothing left to give? I looked at the trash I was forced to eat, and in that moment, I realized that as long as Carson held the leash, I would never be free. I picked up a piece of moldy bread, my eyes hollow, and decided that if living meant becoming his dog, I would find a way to end the game on my own terms.”