His Betrayal Created A Ruthless Queen

swayed, my hand finding the cool wall for support. The wor

ow stroking her hair, murmuring sweet nothings. She was slowly c

Ciera approached me again, her expression one of nau

r perfectly manicured nails aiming for

r hand brushed against my arm, she let out a piercing shriek and

d to the floor with a deafening clatter of metal and shattering glas

ined cry. "Ow! My arm! She pushed me!" She looked up at Hilton, her ey

stantly transformed into a mask of glacial fury. In two long s

growl. He grabbed the front of my hospital gown, t

impact knocking the air from my l

nning. The lie was so blatant, so theatrical, y

he sound was a sharp crack in the stunned silence of the hallway. My he

or, a flicker of a triumphant smile on her lips before s

," Hilton said, his voice d

m in the eye, the man I had once loved,

ots. He was going to hit me again, but his bodyguards, w

said, a flicker of

broken vial. He bent down, picked up a large, jagged piece of glass, and stoo

" he whispered, his voice laced

re I'd pulled the IV. With a deliberate, steady motion,

y, blood trickling down my arm, dripping onto the pristine white floor. It was

the arctic cold that flooded my veins. He had phy

the cut on my arm, then at me, his eyes devoid of any remorse

wn the hallway without a second glance. His bodyguards followed, leaving me alon

ipping a steady, rhythmic pattern onto the floor. Drip. Drip. D

ng in a hospital gown, and his first instinct was to believe I was a liar. He had cho

the ache in my empty womb-it all coalesced

e was a weakness. Forgive

rs, stained with my own blood, were surprisingly

nd was to Adrien Farley, my childhood friend, the only ma

u sound..." Adrien's voi

a stranger's, hollow and toneless

g closer. I didn't move. I just watched as the revolvin

n't comin

e coming

carriage. I had the jagged piece of glass with his fingerprints all ove

y hands and, for the first time