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He Wanted My All, I Took His

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 649    |    Released on: 07/07/2025

ooth as silk, dripping with the fake affection t

. How was

, a practiced calm I had perfected over y

onight for a small get-together. Mike, Dave, you know them. Chloe mi

ee if I would react. The casualness was the performance. I felt a surge

ight and cheerful. "I'll be there

," he said, the satisfaction

, and hung up before he cou

predictable. Where would a man like Liam hide something illicit? Not in his expensive suit

opper cap. The label had been meticulously scraped off, but a faint, sticky res

ughly. Then, I grabbed a bottle of sterile saline solution from my contact lens supply, a simple, harmless salt

g it under the clothes exactly as I had found

a text from an unknown number. "This is Sarah Miller. The woman fr

he number

m. He must have left his phone connected to the

be ready to come over tomorrow morning. She'll be... disoriented. W

l tell everyone how concerned we've been. That high-pressure job of hers

girlfriend, the tragic accident. My blood ran cold. They were all i

nsive vodka on the counter, Liam's favorite. He and his friends would undoubted

ured a small, but effective, amount. Not enough to be lethal, but enough to cause chaos.

ling water for myself and set

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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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