His Revenge, My Unwanted Fortune

notification on my phone, a photo tag from a stranger. I was Chloe Miller,

arm wrapped around a woman I didn't recognize. They were on a boat, the sun catching the diamond on her finger, a r

was simple:

-it all faded into a dull, buzzing noise. I stood up, walked out of the me

n unknown number. I almost ignored

hl

e ago. It was deep, familiar, and

. My college sweetheart. The one

smooth, confident. "I'm at The Oak Room. Co

und, and Ethan's voice was a soothing balm. I turned the car aroun

made him a billionaire, but he still had that same intense look in his eyes

n't have to. He seemed to know I was hurting. He listene

bar closed, and we were standing on the s

re," he murmured, hi

ssion and a desperate need to feel something other than pain. I was acting o

ce cold and steady. "I want it don

n, public. We went to the most exclusive restaurants, the most lavish parties. It felt like revenge. Every photo of us that surface

re began a

he first link Sarah Chen, my best friend, had sent me. The headline seared itself into my brain: "Ma

t even know he had taken. Private messages, screenshots of our most vulnerable conversations, twisted

ents online were a torrent of hate, slut-shaming me, dissecting my life, my body, my choices. I

nnected. I went to his penthouse. The doorm

life came. It was my aunt,

it's you

dn't b

ried. "Your father had a heart attack. The ambulance... they couldn't get

y're both gone, Chloe

shame was nothing. This was everything. My parents are dead. And it was my fault. Their hearts had given out u

egan to crystalize. A cold, hard rage. I had nothing left to lose. I had to find him. I had t

Hayes and get an answer, o