The Prince's Broken Promises

“Our love was a rebel song, forbidden by the Devereaux family's rigid rules. I was Ella, a blues singer from Bourbon Street, and he was Beau, the Prince of Prytania, who swore his heart was irrevocably mine. He chose me, even when his powerful family threatened to disinherit him. "It's you and me, Ella, always," he vowed. I wore his promises like my grandmother's treasured locket. But the Devereauxs changed tactics. A new cruelty. They gave Beau an ultimatum: produce an heir with a "suitable" woman. He begged me to understand, a "formality" before we could truly be together. Then Savannah Sinclair, polished and ambitious, entered our lives. Soon, Savannah was pregnant, and the "little longer" stretched into an eternity. Savannah became a constant, cruel presence, plotting against me at every turn. She maliciously framed me for harming their newborn daughter, Charlotte, planting "evidence" and staging hysterical outbursts. My protests fell on deaf ears; Beau let his parents lock me in a cold guesthouse. "Why, Ella? Why would you hurt my child?" Beau asked, his voice like shards of glass. My heart shattered. His child, not ours. Where was the man who once shielded me? Then, Savannah escalated, wearing my grandmother's locket, brazenly claiming Beau gave it to her. When I lunged for it, she feigned injury, shrieking about her "baby." Beau rushed in, his rage blinding him. He shoved me hard, my head cracking against marble. Before I could explain, his father, Augustus, raised his hand and struck me across the face. Beau watched it all, his back turned to me, to the truth, to everything we had ever been. His silence was consent. His inaction was betrayal. In that agonizing moment, I knew: I had to get out. I would leave, but not before they learned the cost of their cruelty.”