His Betrayal, Her Fatal End

The sharp corners dug into her palm. She didn't turn on the light. The

s slap, the sight of that invitation. It all blurred into a whirlwind of

unwanted piece of furniture. One day, Liam, her father's close friend whom she had always called "uncle," had visited. He' d found her crying quietly in the garden. He hadn't said much, but he ha

ory felt like

ir burning her lungs, all the way to Liam's luxury apartment building. S

is

Please, I need

hen the click of

e a mask of irritation. His eyes scanned her disheveled appearance,

drama is t

, stepping inside. "The engagem

said, his

ng his arm. Her voice was thin and re

far. You need to leave. Now." He grabbed her by the

ten to me!" she

way. The heavy door slammed shut with a deafening b

t tight, and she struggled to breathe. A couple from a ne

d loudly. "Trying to seduce M

. "Some people

rge of anger. "Sh

"What did you say

from a planter in the hallway and threw it, not at the woman, but

ain. He saw the scene-the crying woman, the stone on th

ll do you think you're doing? Harassing my

sical blow. He didn't even ask wh