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The Unlikely Ally's Vengeance

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 705    |    Released on: 30/06/2025

ly gave out when I found myself standing in fr

pushed through the gates and walked, my feet moving on autopilot, until

anor Miller. B

gh my thin dress. The sharp cramping in my belly intensifie

y throat by a sob. "I'm so sorry. I gave it all to

the blueprints for the Johnson Tower. Mark bringing me sandwiches, his brow furrowed with fake concern. "Don't w

another tool for his own gain. He'd praised my designs, called me a genius

ch as a warm gush of fluid ran down my legs. I looked down. In the dim light

oo

as the cold, unfeeling granite of my paren

eptic and the crisp, white sheets covering me. I was in a hospital room.

drip in my arm. She gave me a soft, s

you feeli

s raw. I swallowed, and the words

gentle hand on my arm. "I'm so sorry, Sarah. You were under a lot of stress, and

They had been conceived in a lie and had vanished along with it. In a twisted way, it felt like a mercy. They would never have t

e continued, her voice soft, "he was v

asked, my

. "No, he said his name

ant but disgraced engineer Mark always spoke of with a mix of fear and contempt. Th

he bedside table. "He left his numb

n a beach, a perfect picture of a perfect lie. In the background of the photo, almost out of focus, was a man watching us fro

had been there all along,

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“A faint blue line on a pregnancy test confirmed the dream I' d nurtured for four years: twins. I, Sarah Miller, an architect, was about to surprise Mark Johnson, the man I loved, the man who had pulled me from the wreckage of grief after my parents' suspicious death, the man whose real estate empire I had meticulously helped build. But when I reached the exclusive downtown club, laughter spilled from the private room, and a voice asked, "When are you and Lisa Chen making it official?" My world shattered as Mark' s confident voice, stripped of all warmth, replied, "Sarah? Sarah was a means to an end. A very useful tool." Then came the true horror: "She has no idea I was the one who made sure that old farmhouse of hers had a little electrical \'accident.\' Best investment I ever made." He killed them. The man I loved, my savior, was my parents' murderer. Everything I believed was a lie. The twins I carried, conceived in a deceit, were just leverage for him, a means to an heir Lisa couldn' t provide. The overwhelming betrayal, coupled with a searing pain in my abdomen, sent my vision blurring. I stumbled out into the cold, hard rain, racing toward my parents' graves, only to collapse in a pool of blood. The hospital confirmed my worst fear: I had lost the babies. I lay there, numb and broken, until a nurse revealed my unlikely rescuer: David Johnson, Mark' s estranged uncle, the man Mark had ruthlessly driven out of his own family business. He was the one who collected my cracked phone, its wallpaper a perfect picture of a perfect lie, with his stern, disapproving gaze in the background – a witness I had always ignored. This man, haunted by the same demon, would become my unlikely ally. Mark had taken everything from me: my parents, my children, my name, my work. Now, I would take it all back.”
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