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A Vicious Love, A Deadly End

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 877    |    Released on: 18/07/2025

a triumphant sneer on her face. Beside her, she held the simple wooden box that

rlee said, inspecting the necklac

old. "Give th

he opened the box. Before I could react, she upended it,

he music seemed t

Then, with a deliberate motion, she ground the

her eyes gleaming

n, of grief, all coalesced into a single point of white-hot r

sister back. I scrambled on the floor, trying to ga

ing backward. "She' s

nking me to my feet. It was Alexa

ink you' re doing?" he s

words. I could only point at the desecr

aid, his voice dangerously

ing at the box, and she flew at me! And... and she broke the necklace you

look at the ashes on the floor. He onl

y on me. "You wi

stumbling backward, my head ringing. The crow

and apologize to h

gaping wound in my soul. I saw him clearly for the first time. Not

ry last drop, evaporated in that moment.

My voice was q

rossed his face. He was

rm again. "I s

in the eye. I felt a strange sense of cal

arm, and a strange smile touched his lips. "You have a

ome on, darling. Let' s no

of the silent room, a circle of horrified faces arou

drove back to the mansion one last time. I packed a single ba

nto this house, trying to make it a home. I had arranged the art. I had chosen the fabric

open. Alexander stood there, his

think you' re g

ing. We' re

on me. "She said you threatened her. You told

lie. A f

true," I said

ms, and dragged me out of the room, down the hall, and toward th

he smell of chlorine. He

ught a lesson, Addi

over my head, filling my nose and mouth. I was a weak swimmer, and the heavy fabric of m

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A Vicious Love, A Deadly End
A Vicious Love, A Deadly End
“My husband of ten years, Alexander Vaughan, was a man carved from ice. Our marriage was a business deal to save my family, and my primary duty was to quietly pay off his endless stream of mistresses. But then, a single phone call shattered my bleak existence. The hospital had found a perfect stem cell donor for my dying sister, Cathi. We could save her. I begged Alexander to authorize the life-saving transplant. He refused, completely captivated by his new favorite, an influencer named Karlee. He ignored my frantic calls. When I finally confronted him, Karlee whispered a poisonous lie that my sister had been rude to her. Based on her word, Alexander delivered the fatal blow. "I'm withdrawing Cathi's medical team," he said, his voice like ice. "The transplant is off." My phone rang again. It was the hospital. My sister was dead. She had left a note, saying she didn't want to be a burden anymore. He had killed her. As surely as if he had held the blade himself. My grief turned to rage. After I confronted him, he tried to drown me, then had his prized drone inject me with a neurotoxin. He left me paralyzed on his workshop floor for his guards to have their "fun." As I lay helpless, waiting for the end, the door creaked open. A man I hadn't seen in fifteen years knelt beside me, his face a mask of horror. "Addie? My God, what did he do to you?"”
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