The Den's Secret: A Bride's Fury
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my heart. The hallway was quiet, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant and despair. Damon was nowhere in sight
d to his ear. But he wasn't talking business. His tone was lo
oser, hiding behind a large potted plan
if she remembers something? We're ruined!" Hi
sh of white-hot rage washed over m
hone. "I'll handle Ellie. I'll convince her it was an accident. We just
onse, "But Damon, what about us? S
ke, Katina. A complication. Ellie is my fiancée. She's the one who brings stabi
as to him. A means to an end. A-stepping stone to his ambition. Katina,
am bubbling up, but I swallowed it, choking on the bitterness. I woul
f frustration. He looked up, his eyes scanning the empty parking lot. I froze, hol
my room before collapsing onto the bed. The doctors had told me to rest, that the car accident had put immense stress on my body. "Be car
ripped bare, exposed to the most heinous betrayal. Damon's words echoed: "Ellie is my
nly proposed for her family's conne
name, my family's money, for his ambition. My love,
ipped through my lower abdomen. I cried out, a guttural sound that tore through the quie
whole was the frantic beeping of machines and a nurs
radshaw," the doctor said, her voice soft, regretful. "We did ev
aby. My child. Gone. Because of them. Because of their lies, their scheming
.. I'm so sorry. Our baby... I can't believe this happened." He tried to embrace me,
him away with what little str
s face before he quickly masked it with concern. "Ell
out grieving, Damon? Let's talk about it." I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, my fingers fl
out you. About me. About our 'connections' and your 'funding
placed by a cold, stony anger. "This is nonsense, Ellie. She's just a jealous, unstable woman. You know how
he Den'? Were those her manipulation too? Or was that you, showing
, though. "Ellie, you're hallucinating. The stress... the medication... you'
steely resolve hardening my tone. "I know about Katina. I know about her blog. I know about the 'accident' sh
genuine emotion. "Fine," he snarled, his voice a low growl. "You want the truth? Here it is. I proposed to you for your family's social standing. For the finan
f liberation. The illusion was gone. The lie was exposed.
e trembling but firm. "Get out
t it was extinguished quickly. "You'll regret this, Ellie. You'll be nothing without
a tiny spark, a flicker of defiant light, ignited in the darkness. He thought I'd be nothing? He had just unleashed a stor