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The Fiancee Who Came Back From the Dead

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 420    |    Released on: 30/05/2025

her arm, his grip surprisingly stron

icult, Elara.

t, a cold knot of dread in her stomach

with a possessiveness that Elara had once dismissed as friendship. Seeing them together now, Seraphina's smug smile, Julian's easy intimacy with her, it was like a phy

ina towards the sprawling gardens, leaving Elara

Chad and Bryce a

ty, scholarship g

not his priority tonight,"

s the edge of the pool. Elara was a

id, "accidental

shocking her. She flailed, gasping, the de

her. Julian. He pulled her o

apped a towel around her shi

caring for her, his touch gentle, his voice soothing. He

e. I'll take

on, her body achin

Elara's phone buzzed. A

wned rat! And the sugar pills? Genius! Keeping her sick so yo

p chat, the one that likely detailed all nineteen pranks. Tiffany had sent i

her illness, making her suffer more. The realization hit her with

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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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