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From Grave to Gilded Cage: A Mother's Vengeance

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 629    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

e room was immedi

f genuine shock in his eyes. He had expected a fight, a negoti

went perfectly still. His public persona was built on the foundation of my

quickly, a polit

e in agreement, Gabby. It

trol, to frame this as his

ke it official. Immediately. I'll call the governor's office

o the room, his mask o

s we shouldn't

too long. It's time he took his rightful place. In fact, I think we need to make a pu

red, a masterpiece of false humility he planned to use after I had "forced" t

awn by the promise of a significant announcement from the Scott family. I saw them al

thought he knew the script. He thought I was here to announce him

d, he stepped forward

, his voice filled with emotion, "

, Ethan. He spoke of his own desire for a simple life, free from the burdens of power his mother was "s

e already scribbling notes, their faces so

t him hang himself wit

d warmly at the crowd. My assistant

to the m

is brother. Which is why I am so thrilled to formally announce, on behalf of myself and my husband, that we are in full and e

apped from Andrew's stunned face to the press rel

king utterly ridiculous. He had just publicly, passionately r

e journalists' expressions shifted from sympathy to confusi

played

just w

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From Grave to Gilded Cage: A Mother's Vengeance
From Grave to Gilded Cage: A Mother's Vengeance
“My son, Andrew, killed me. Not with a weapon, but with a slow, agonizing betrayal that drained every ounce of life. I spent my entire existence and my formidable family' s legacy building a golden path for him, scheming and battling to make him a hero, while I became everyone's villain. For my trouble? He stood over my grave, radiating false humility, telling the world he was finally free from his "materialistic, power-hungry" mother, preaching about earning one's own way from a mansion my money bought. The press called him a saint; I was a cautionary tale. The last thing I remembered was the crushing weight of failure and an ungrateful child. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Back in my gilded cage of a D.C. home, facing my husband. He was starting the exact conversation that first pushed me down the path of destruction, where I sacrificed everything to make Andrew the political heir. Why was I given a second chance at this hell? But this time, a chilling calm settled over me. This time, I' d write a different ending.”
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