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He Wanted My All, I Took His

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 729    |    Released on: 07/07/2025

icked up to decompress after long days at the office, when a post ca

e better of me.

t a trendy downtown café, one I knew well. The user, who claimed to be a former journalist,

being a 'tech executive' from a wealthy family. He was complaining that s

ers wen

d about a party, about putting something in her drink. Not to kill her, they said, but to make her 'compliant.' To stage an '

over me. It was too gene

ad the fi

one was looking. He wore a very distinctive watch, a vintage chronograph wi

lattered onto the hardwo

wa

ece he had pointed out in a magazine, saying he could only dream

n't be.

, who held me when the pressure became too much. He was the ambitious, humble entrepreneur, b

Coast blurred through the tears welling in my eyes. The image of his face, so full of love just

ts now seemed tainted, scripted. Every sweet gesture,

tbreak. I thought about the woman in the café. The post d

e Da

ad t

e had a desperate, grasping energy that I had always disliked. Sh

o, after a party where she had made a series of back

good feeling from he

his chin resting on my head. His

, you know? Just old history. I barely talk to her. Don't

ven bringing it up. He dismisse

ad beli

roy me. The realization was a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs. I sank onto the sofa, the plush cushions

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“I was scrolling through a local forum, a mindless habit, when a post titled "A Warning to a Woman in Tech" caught my eye. It described two people plotting at a cafe I knew: a man complaining about his "tech executive" girlfriend, and a woman suggesting they "get her to relax" by putting something in her drink. They wanted her money, her inheritance, planning to stage an "accident." My fingers went cold, but the nausea passed-it was too generic. Then, the final detail: "The man... wore a very distinctive watch, a vintage chronograph with a dark green face." My phone clattered to the floor. Not Liam. Not the watch I bought him for our anniversary. The man who brought me soup when I was sick, who supported my career, who spoke of being my equal. He was a lie. All of it. Every sweet gesture replayed, tainted, a calculated part of his long con. The anger, hot and sharp, consumed me. Chloe Davies. Liam's old acquaintance, openly jealous of my success. I remembered him dismissing her, "Don't worry about her. You're the only one that matters to me." I believed him. The realization hit like a physical blow: the man I loved, and the woman I distrusted, were partners in a plot to destroy me. His parents, with their sickeningly sweet talk of "making it official," had been part of it too. My father' s ironclad prenup-that was the wall he couldn't climb. It wasn' t just a legal document; it was the trigger. They wanted to ruin me, stage an "accident," for him to inherit. The venomous greed took my breath away. They weren' t just after my money; they were after my life. But they had miscalculated. They had no idea who they were dealing with. Liam Parker wanted a war. I would give him one.”
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