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The Firm's New Queen

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 471    |    Released on: 21/06/2025

e city lights a blur of betrayal below. My husband, Damien, had pushed me from our penthouse roof

I bl

not in my stomach was familiar, a ghost of a memory. I looked at the clock on my desk, 3:47

. Or I was. Now, I am a ghost given a seco

the main lobb

ted halls of Croft, Davies & Reed. Mr. Davies, t

eaning of this?

he polished mahogany and chrome. They were the "family" of my pro bono client, Mrs. O'

ck of granite and knuckles that had seen too man

nn' s voice was a low growl t

pale. "Mr. Croft is... unavailable

posed to file an emergency injunction for my aunt. The deadline was an hour a

life, I had covered for him, made excuses, and tried to fix his mess. The effort

would be

cold stare wit

liberate, c

n isn'

. "Evelyn, please. Where is your

loud enough for everyone in the panicked room

ed for

ing his junior associate, Isabelle

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“I was Evelyn Reed, a senior litigator, standing in my office. Everything felt chillingly familiar, as if I' d lived this exact moment before. Because I had. Just moments ago, I recalled the cold New York air, the city lights blurring in betrayal, as my husband Damien pushed me from our penthouse roof. He did it after his men had their way with me, a brutal punishment for his lover, Isabelle's, death. But then, I blinked, and I was back, staring at the exact clock on my desk where my old life began its final, downward spiral. The doors to our main lobby burst open, and a group of angry, suit-wearing men, the "family" of a pro bono client, stormed in. They were here because Damien had failed to file a critical injunction, initiating a terrifying lockdown of the entire floor. When my loyal paralegal tried to call him for help, Damien' s arrogant dismissal over the phone led to him being brutally knocked unconscious. The bitter irony: he thought he' d silenced me forever, but I was back, a ghost with one singular, burning purpose. No longer the compliant wife, I would use every lesson from my past demise to orchestrate his downfall, piece by agonizing piece. This time, he wouldn't just lose; he would suffer.”
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