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Revenge Of The Discarded Fiancée

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 814    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

ed, Liam transferred a large sum of money into a new account I had opened, the price of my silence and cooperati

last seven years. The stress, the heartbreak, the final, crushing weight of it all hit me a

aintly of antiseptic. A man was sitting in a chair by the window, watching me. He was ha

his voice calm and even. "My security brough

, and my breath caught in my

ce filled with concern. "I was

xplained. "And your former doctor. I thought i

trying to take over his company. F

genetic condition I warned you about... the extreme stress you've been under has acti

ker, Olivia. We found records. He's been tracking your stress responses for years, putting you in high-pressu

rful, intimidating people, the constant pressure to be perfect... it wasn't for my benefit. It was a test. A cold, c

. "I have access to the best doctors, experimental treatments t

" I wh

his code, his security protocols, better than anyone. You know his weaknesses.

ex's intense gaze. "Why should I trust you?

my of my enemy is my friend," he said softly. "And because, unlike h

a directness, an honesty that Liam never had. I was out of o

ry server room at the old Miller Tech campus," he said, handing me a keycard. "It contains legacy code

a black security car without its lights on suddenly accelerated, swerving directly towards me. I yanked the wheel,

lex hadn't just sent me for the key. He had sent me into a situation where I might be threatened, to see how I would react, to see if I had the

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“For seven years, I dedicated my life to Liam Miller, the charismatic CEO, building his empire and standing by his side as his quiet fiancée. I was his unwavering support, his peace in a world of ambition and noise. Then, an anonymous text ripped my world apart: "Liam is in danger. The Ophidian Club. Now." I found him laughing, his arm around a notorious poker player, Isabella Ross, betting away millions of his company' s money, my contribution, on her. My head hit the floor, and in the haze, I heard his voice, cold and dismissive, "Don' t worry about her. She' s just a charity case." At home, I heard Isabella's cruel words, "She's like a lost puppy you picked up, Liam. Loyal, but ultimately just a pet you can get rid of." "A charity case? A pet?" The words tasted like ash. My seven years, my identity as a software engineer who built his company, reduced to a "convenient background" for his rise. Why had I meant so little? Why was I just a substitute, a cheap copy of a woman he truly loved? Standing on that stage, forced to smile as his "perfect partner" for the cameras, I vowed that when his deal was secured, I would take my settlement and disappear forever. But when Alex Vance, Liam' s ruthless rival, stepped into my life, claiming Liam had turned my existence into a cruel experiment, I knew I had to fight back, not just for freedom, but for survival.”