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The Janitor Who Saved a Billionaire

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 637    |    Released on: 18/06/2025

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“I was Elara Vance, a humble janitor by day, a secret Legacy Keeper by night, painstakingly saving every penny for my retirement. Then came the ludicrously generous $35 million offer from Marcus Thorne, a titan of industry. His demand: perform a sacred lineage ritual over his "suicided" son, Julian, and then "sanitize" the scene. It felt wrong, but it was my escape. Stepping into Julian' s opulent, blood-soaked room, a primal chill seized me – this was no suicide. The gruesome scene screamed violence, not despair. Then I saw him, truly saw the "body," and my world tilted violently off its axis. Julian Thorne wasn't just a dead rich kid; he was Jake Miller, the man I' d loved, who vanished a decade ago, leaving my heart in pieces. And he wasn't dead. He was alive, barely, a victim of a monstrous, unspeakable betrayal. Marcus Thorne, the grieving father, was a cold-blooded killer who' d tried to murder his own son and wanted me, the Legacy Keeper, to clean up the mess and take the fall. The decade of heartache over Jake' s disappearance collided with burning rage and terror. How could the man I loved be entwined in such depravity, and I, the innocent, be the chosen scapegoat? The weight of his family' s dark secrets threatened to crush me in that room. With Marcus' s goons pounding at the door, demanding answers, I knew I had two choices: die here, or fight back using the very "ritual" he desperately craved. This wasn't about money anymore; it was about survival, and exposing a powerful family's terrifying truth.”
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