Reborn For His Savage Love

in the ballroom was supposed to show

ordid deepfake video o

gul Edward Ford, pointed at me in

ne, you are

to condemn me. He publicly disowned me, announcing he had

itimate half-sister, Dara Chase, step

ed the ballroom in shame. As I ran into th

ed, their mission accomplished. But then I saw him. Josiah Craft, a guest at the w

my penthouse, just days before the w

pte

y mind a fog. I had just made a decision, a monumental one, and the call felt like an intrusion f

ah C

voice, usually so calm and

y? I heard... I hear

ear. It was a lifeline. In that moment, a wild,

so respectful of my engagement to Edward. He never crossed a line, but his quiet devotion was a co

's wrong?" he asked,

Josiah," I

ong frame frozen, his dark eyes wide with disbelief. He was a man of immense power, the heir t

he finally asked, hi

feeling more real, more solid this time.

one dropping, followed by a muffled curse.

Don't joke about this." Hi

life," I said, a strange sense of

eard a deep, shaky br

, and a phantom agony shot through my legs, the ghost of crushed bone and twisted met

s al

York penthouse Edward Ford had bought for us. Back in

with a romantic montage, but with a sordid, scandalous video. A video of me, or so they claimed, in a compromi

e, his face a mask of cold fury. He pointed at me, his voice

nto my mother's powerful Boston family, the Stone famil

false sorrow. "All this time, I've had another daughter, a kind and gentl

gitimate half-sister, stepped out. She looked so innocent, so

etrayed by my fiancé, disowned by my father. I ran. I fled the ballroom, my wedding

es. The blinding headlights.

mplished. But I also saw something else. I saw Josiah Craft, who had been a guest, push through the crowd. I saw him fall to his knees beside m

just days before the wedding

my horrifying memories. A soft, feminine moan

lways known, deep down, bu

iving room to the slightly ajar bedroom door. My heart hammer

a deliberate act of taunting, I now

é, was in bed. And with him, nestled against his chest, was Dara. My half-sister. The one he

Dara whispered, her voice a breathy m

r penthouse. "She has nowhere else to go," he had said, his eyes full of a convinc

I had bought her designer clothes, taken her to society events,

passion he had never shown me. "She's too proud, too arrogant t

family. His new-money tech empire from Silicon Valley needed the legitimacy

ed the city, the endless praise for our "perfect match"-it was all a scheme

ger innocent but malicious. "But I'm

en cheating on my mother for years. Dara was the result. He had kept her a secret, doting on her from afar, consum

we're married and I control the Stone assets, we'll get rid of Ame

f Edward's relentless pursuit flooded my mind. He, the untamable tech genius, had chased me for a year. He filled my office with flowers, bought out bill

ved him. I had seen him as a gift, a reward for all my quiet suffering. I had said yes to his pr

f it was a lie. A cruel, elaborate jo

e punchline. And I would