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The Voice They Stole: A Vargas Reckoning

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 422    |    Released on: 21/06/2025

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erile white room. I looked at my reflection in the dark

taken my guitar. Now they had taken

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Brooke.

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said, the fake sympathy in her voice m

without being invited, runnin

ed. "He' s a good man, you see. He doesn' t like

ask of concern dropping away

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at her,

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op in their political theater. A broken sin

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The Voice They Stole: A Vargas Reckoning
The Voice They Stole: A Vargas Reckoning
“I was Amelia "Mia" Vargas, the orphan girl who'd clawed her way to country music stardom, living out my fairytale as I prepared to get engaged to Nashville's golden boy, Jax Thorne, live on the CMA red carpet. The flashbulbs popped, the crowd cheered, and my heart pounded with a future I thought was finally mine, a dream come true for the girl from nowhere. Then, the nightmare literally burst onto the scene: Jax's ex-fiancée, Brooke Harrington, materialized, distraught. He brazenly dropped my hand, embraced her, and publicly branded me an "opportunistic social climber" right before security wrestled me away like a discarded prop. My world imploded. My career was systematically obliterated-songs pulled from radio, venues canceled, my name tarnished beyond recognition. But the ultimate blow came when Jax invaded my sanctuary, savagely smashing the vintage guitar that was my very soul. As I desperately lunged to save it, he shoved me, and I fell. My choked scream turned into a gurgle as my vocal cords ruptured, stealing the unique voice that defined me. Not content with my silence, Brooke, with a cruel smirk, offered me a final, crushing humiliation: an internship, serving coffee to the man who'd ruthlessly taken absolutely everything. I was broken, voiceless, stripped bare, and they thought I was utterly alone, a defeated footnote in their grand political ascent. They thought they knew the orphan girl. But they had no idea who they had truly crossed, or that the name Vargas held a horrifying, unspoken power.”
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