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Betrayed Bride, Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 706    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

mind was a whirlwind of the ugly words I had overheard. He though

a tray with a cup of tea and a small white pill. He moved silently, lik

ou awake?"

und. I opened my eyes slowly, making them l

the nightstand. "And a sleeping pill. You didn't sleep at all las

re, it made my skin crawl. I pushed myself

test him, to see the cracks in his performance f

" he said

wn at my hands. "The urns. Before the funeral

It was there and gone in an instant, so fast I might have missed it if I hadn'

ir. "I don't know if that's a good i

, letting my voice b

u think it will help. But first, you need to rest. Drink

dence of his planned desecration. I looked at the pill in his hand.

ll you stay with me until I fall asleep?" I as

id, settling onto

t my hand "slip," palming the small white tablet and dropping it into the space

ured, leaning back

at now looked monstrous to me. "Good gir

ly still, listening to the sound of his presence in the room. He stayed for w

heek, a gesture that was meant to be tender but felt like a violation. Then, I heard

The air in the room felt thick, suffocating. He thought I was unconscious. He thought I was helple

gainst him. The fear was still there, a cold dread in the pit of my stomach, but it was now overl

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Betrayed Bride, Ruthless Revenge
Betrayed Bride, Ruthless Revenge
“The phone rang, shattering the silence of my bridal suite, just three days before my perfect wedding. It was the police, delivering news that cleaved my world in two: my parents, David and Eleanor Miller, gone in a car accident. My fiancé, Mark, couldn't have been quicker to cut ties, citing "bad luck" and the "business image." I was shattered, left alone with the wreckage of my life, the ghost of my wedding dress, and a grief so profound it stole my breath. Then Liam Reed, my childhood friend, appeared like an angel, holding me, comforting me, promising to never leave. He was my rock, my savior, and when he proposed, I said yes, desperate for an anchor in my storm. But that night, I overheard him on the phone, his voice cold and triumphant, confessing their "accident" was a meticulously planned murder, a twisted revenge orchestrated with his mistress, Chloe. He planned to swap my parents' ashes at the funeral, then smear their remains on me as a "beauty treatment." My world didn't just tilt; it imploded. The naive, broken Ava Miller died that night, and from her ashes, something cold, hard, and utterly ruthless was born. He thought I was his victim, his pawn. He was wrong. The game wasn't over; it had just begun, and this time, I was changing the rules.”
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