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No More Victim: Love's Dark Turn

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 910    |    Released on: 03/07/2025

ning, I call

she answered, her voi

gan, making my voice sound hesitant and a little sad. "Abou

t unkindly, but with the finality of a judge

there for Chloe. I feel so terrible that we' ve drifte

"Ava, there' s no

oment. I took

if I paid for my o

is. The kind of place

don' t mean just my share. I mean, what if I paid for the whole trip? Everything. The gas,

ozen in shock. The concept was so alien, so outside the established order of our family, that she pr

of money?" she finally asked,

e and bought a whole series. It was a... a significant amount." It was a pl

r with suspicion in her mind. I knew gree

she asked, the wor

"I want to do this for you. For t

d imagine the conversation perfectly. Richard, ever the opportunist, would see

voice completely transformed. It wa

st generous offer I have ever heard. We had no idea you w

as so thick it

asked, playing the part

. "We wouldn' t dream of having it any o

was grudgingly compliant. The lure of a fully-fund

getting a free ride. If you' re comi

osphere was entirely different. They welcomed me with smiles. My mother

le they laid out their demands, framing

aning back in his armchair. "My nerves aren' t what they use

age," my mother added. "We can'

s surrounded by cushions. "And not gas station junk. I' ll give you a list. And you

their maid. I was to be on call 24/7 for Chloe' s every whim. I was to be silent un

ch fresh humiliation, the cold, hard knot of vengeance in my gut grew tighter. They saw m

ed, I looked up at them, my e

ything for my family. Thank you. Thank you

had their money, their control, their sc

at by accepting my offer, they had just handed me the keys to their g

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No More Victim: Love's Dark Turn
No More Victim: Love's Dark Turn
“The last thing I saw in my first life was my sister Chloe' s enraged face, her hands squeezing the life out of me. "This is your fault," she hissed, as my parents, Sarah and Richard, watched-my mother holding me down, my father glaring at me from beside the wrecked car. They blamed me for everything: the cross-country road trip that was Chloe' s selfish whim, her high-risk pregnancy, and ultimately the fender bender that led to her premature labor and the loss of her baby. Despite my warnings, they only saw my supposed jealousy and the money Chloe's rich husband, Ethan, offered. "She was always a burden," my father' s cold voice was the last sound I heard before darkness consumed me. Then, I gasped, my eyes flying open, the smell of turpentine filling my nose. I was back in my art studio, unharmed, just as my phone began to ring. It was Mom. My blood ran cold; I knew this was the day they' d propose the trip. Every memory of their betrayal, their hatred, and my agonizing death flooded back. This time, things would be different. "Hello?" I answered, my voice steady. "Ava? Finally," my mother' s impatient voice said. "Listen, dear, we have the most wonderful news." A cold, quiet resolve settled over me. They wanted a pawn, a servant, a scapegoat, and they had gotten me killed for it once. Now, I would give them what they wanted, and watch them choke on it.”
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