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Revenge Wears a Soft Smile

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 948    |    Released on: 03/07/2025

way. He spent the next few hours sendin

Ava. A house in the hills, a real

ly large mansion, the kind of place Chloe would find acceptable.

to work another day in your life unless you want to,"

fe for us while actively planning a life with her. He saw me as a bank account and a stepping stone, and his clumsy attempts to hide it were almost insulting. He thou

Project Titan. I put everything in a single, encrypted file: the source code, the user data analytics, the marketing projections

would give me a backdoor to any system the code was installed on. It was my own creation, a piece of work so elegant and

h a simple message: "Here's everything. G

gan to era

a over every sector of the hard drive seven times. By the time it was done, not even the best data recovery specialists in the world could retriev

ent of paranoia that I later dismissed. It contained cash, a fake passport and ID, a burner phone, and a change of simple, non-descript clothes. I changed into a plain

e bought me, the awards on the shelf. They were all part of a life th

It had only one number saved in it. A number I hadn't called in over a decade. A number

there was no turning back. I wasn't just leaving Liam; I was running toward the

had taught me when I was a teenager, back when I was just a kid lear

b is broken. Nyx

it

not to this phone. It was a signal flare, a message

elevator. I took the stairs, all forty-two flights down to the ground floor, my footsteps echoing in the empty concrete well. It was a long, hard de

, melted into the lunchtime crowd, and disappeared. He would come back to the apartment expecting his qu

changed. And I was no longer playing for a future with h

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Revenge Wears a Soft Smile
Revenge Wears a Soft Smile
“The morning sun streamed into my penthouse, just like any other day. My fiancé, Liam, walked in with coffee and a croissant, his perfect smile radiating devotion. But the world had been dark just moments before, stained with the taste of blood and the memory of his smiling face as I lay dying on the cold floor of an institution. Now, it was two years before that horrific end. Two years before he destroyed everything and had me committed to a mental asylum. The last thing I remembered was his betrayal, his cruel laughter as my life, my company, and my sanity were systematically stripped away for his ambition. I watched him now, playing the part of the loving partner, reminiscing about the "Project Titan" software that was once my life' s work, the very foundation he would steal and rebrand as his own. He told me I was working too hard, that he would "take the pressure off." It was the same speech, the same insidious opening move he' d used before. A practiced performance that had once fooled me completely. How could I have been so blind, so naive, to open my heart and my world to such a snake? The memories of his lies, his manipulation, his ultimate act of sending me to an early grave, burned through me. But this time, the pain was fuel, not weakness. My smile might have been soft, but inside, a cold certainty settled deep in my bones. This wasn't a dream. It was a do-over. He thought he had won. He thought this was the start of everything for him. He was right. It was the start of his end. And I was going to enjoy every second of it.”
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