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The Fiancee Who Came Back From the Dead

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 460    |    Released on: 30/05/2025

er's voice was gentle through t

The vibrant dream of New York had shattered

y, is everything alright with you

lara pictured Julian's smirking

nd deep, had curdled into something bitter and corrosive. The memories of his touch, his kisses, now ma

ir "love nest," he'd called it. Now, the words mocked her. It was just another stage for his deceptions,

g her over the threshold, promising forever. She'd believed him. She'd imagined filling th

ends in the Hamptons. Gifts. All part of the charade. She pulled out a garbage bag from under the sink and began to fill it. Every dress, every s

looked surprised to see he

smiled, that charming, disarming smile that use

er voice devoid of emotion. She continued stuffing a silk b

le in his eyes. "You've been distant. Are y

he said, her

We were supposed to go to that new gallery opening

rm away as if burn

splayed felt like poison now, a

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The Fiancee Who Came Back From the Dead
The Fiancee Who Came Back From the Dead
“I was Elara Vance, a Juilliard violinist living my dream, with a scholarship and the loving support of my charming boyfriend, Julian Thorne. When he urgently needed my O-negative blood after a supposed sailing accident, I rushed to give it, only to find him perfectly healthy days later, laughing with friends, my half-empty blood bag casually discarded. My "loving Julian" was a monster, boasting about his "masterpieces of revenge" – a cold, cruel game he orchestrated for his jealous friend Seraphina. He'd sabotaged my career, fed me sugar pills after a staged pool accident, framed me for shoplifting, and even publicly humiliated me while declaring his love for another woman. Then, I overheard his final plan: to set fire to my guesthouse during our "romantic getaway", trapping me in his apartment like a prisoner. His every affectionate word, every grand gesture, was a lie designed to break me, turning my love into a searing humiliation and soul-deep betrayal. But I wouldn't be his victim. I fabricated my own fiery demise and escaped to London, reinventing myself as "Nightingale," a celebrated violinist. When Julian, consumed by a disturbing obsession, dragged me back to New York, announcing our forced marriage, I knew the lavish wedding would be the perfect stage for my ultimate counterattack.”
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