His Last Regret, My New Life

Tech, my family's company, had been a ghost haunting the tech industry, a once-shining star that had faded into a black hole of debt and f

would listen. Sarah Miller, the unassuming software engineer, the quiet girl who could supposedly turn t

life pr

brand etched into my soul. It played

cheek. The smell of dust and ozone was overpowering. I was tied to a cha

over three small, still forms on a steel table. He didn't look at

oice flat, devoid of emotion. "The biological proces

Biological process

tore my throat apart. "David, no! Ple

e a mask of cold fury. He walked over an

u manipulative witch! You tricked my mother into forcing this

le. I could just make out the smiling face of a woman, Olivia Ree

ith Olivia! She was pregnant, Sarah! Pregnant with my true heir, the o

lders, of thinly veiled contempt, of nights spent

rous children deser

convulsed, a fire spreading through my veins. The last thing I saw was David turning his back on

en, I

holding my hand, her grip warm and reassuring. David stood beside her, his expression a perfect imitat

he day of our f

id, her voice full of concern. "Are you alright? David,

ile. "Of course, Mother. I'll

could taste it, more

in again, I pulled my hand from Mrs. Thompson' s grasp and took

hisper, but loud enough for everyone in the

ts. David' s eyes narrowed, a flicker

hild?" Mrs. Thompson as

EO' s son. The Miller family is a shadow of what it once was. To be tied t

s a storm of confusion and suspicion. He thought

this

uperstitions of his. I became his wife, gave him his heir,

er, his true legacy. Fine. I would make sure he got exactly what he d

's past is not your present. You have a gift. Everyone knows it. You are a lucky

am," I murmured, my voice tremblin

ure girl they all believed me to be. Let them think I was bre

It wasn't fear. It was the drumbeat of a war