Her Violin, His Vengeance

e, a tech billionaire who promised her everything. He shielde

changed. Everly, a manipulative whisper in Jack's ear, slowl

liating Annabelle, forcing her to change her dress because it "upset" Everly. He then denied her pregnancy,

ing her of everything he had given her, even her grandfather's violin, which Everly deliberately destroyed.

nnabelle was a cheating liar. He sought brutal revenge on Everly, but the tr

rriage of convenience with Julian Cordova, a war hero in a coma. She nursed him back

ng for forgiveness. But Annabelle, hardened by his cruelty, coldly rejected him, choosing h

pte

servatories. At fourteen, her violin spoke a language older than words.

had a name:

t on code and ambition. He sat in the front row, his gaze fixed not on her fingers, but on the soul she poured int

her lover. He built his company, Hyde Industries, into a global titan. He

she looked hungry, a chef was summoned. He moved her into his sprawling m

s in her hands, its case resting on their bed. The price tag was a string of zeroes that made

uld enter without permission. He gave her a key on their first anniversary. "This pla

your music, Annabelle," he'd whisper, tracing the curve

m. She let him build a gilded cage around her, and

poke of his parents' divorce, a nasty public spectacle that had taught hi

the audience weeping, she would gently bring it up. Each time, he would

niversary of the day

ndlelit dinner on their privat

rry

rhythm. Tears welled in her eyes, and she could only nod, a choked sob of happiness escaping h

y managed to brea

ile that was hers alone. But then, it

ltered. "W

having a hard time. She needs a place to stay

. Jack's younger sister from his father's secon

f washing over her. "She can stay

away. "W

good. She was a ghost in their home, a whisper of poison in Jack's ear. The man

belle stared at two pink lines on a pregnancy test. A secret, precious joy bloomed in her chest. She couldn't wait to tell J

blue dress he loved. She found him in

sobbing. Her delicate shoulders shook. Jack was strok

nabelle asked, her

ld. "It's our anniversary,

not. I was ju

so fragile since her last... episode. She pl

She looked at the dini

ld be alone tonight," s

not some stranger. She is my sister, a

ow, b

ld trigger a relapse," Jack said, his voice hardening. It was the same excuse he

over her. "We will have dinner here. The three of us

ad made weeks ago, was forgotten. Her news, the beautiful,

g to a low command. "Change your dress. The

r the world, and saw a stranger. This wasn't Jack

rant," he offered, as if that could fix it. As i

t card. She wanted hi

She turned and walked away, the pregnancy t

he empty hallway. "All of you. Not jus

t, triumphant voice. "Jack, is she angry wit

over it," he said, confidence dripping from his ton

She had nowhere else to go. But she made a silent promise to

hoice, she woul

e

night. She couldn't. Instead, she w

breaking as he opened the

s familiar scent of old book

did

hing. The sister, t

th every word. When she was done,

family, about their business struggles, and about their son, Julian, a war h

thought of Jack's cold eyes and Everly's triumphant smi

he whispered. "