Ashton's Betrayal, Her Unyielding Vengeance
I spent a decade as Ashton Maxwell' s shadow, building his empire and warming his bed, only for him to announce his engagement to a senator's daughter right in front of me.
When assassins struck that night, he didn't just choose her; he used my body as a human shield against a grenade and then shot me himself to prove his loyalty to her family.
I survived, reinvented myself as Grecia Munoz, and returned to burn his world to the ground, eventually forcing him to hand over his entire empire in a desperate plea for forgiveness.
He promised to disappear so I could find peace with a kind doctor named Garrick.
But Ashton' s definition of love was a sickness.
To "protect" me from what he called a weakness, he secretly destroyed Garrick' s career and reputation, driving the only innocent man I ever loved to jump off a bridge.
He thought this would drive me back into his arms, into the safety of the monster he created.
Instead, I drove to the Hamptons, to the pristine dream home he had built for our future.
He knelt before me, begging for understanding, claiming he did it all for us.
I didn't offer forgiveness.
I raised the pistol he had once given me, aimed at the heart I had already broken, and ended the nightmare once and for all.
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Chapter 8
Iris POV
The ringing in my ears slowly faded, replaced by the hushed whispers of paramedics and the distant wail of sirens. My eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus on the ceiling above. The ballroom. A charred, smoky wreck. Emergency lights cast a harsh, unforgiving glow on the scene.
Ashton stood in the center of the carnage, his clothes singed, a grim determination etched on his face. Elodie clung to his side, her white gown stained with smoke, but otherwise unharmed. Her father, Senator Hubbard, a man whose political power was as absolute as Ashton's underworld dominion, stormed towards them.
"Maxwell!" the Senator roared, his face purple with rage. "What in God's name happened here?" He pulled Elodie protectively into his arms. "My daughter! She could have been killed!"
Ashton' s jaw tightened. "It was an attack by the Rossi syndicate," he stated, his voice calm, controlled. "They underestimated us. They will pay." His gaze, cold and hard, swept over the chaos, landing briefly on the unconscious bodies being carried away. He didn't flinch.
Senator Hubbard pointed a trembling finger at me, where I lay slumped against a shattered table, a medic kneeling over me. "And her!" he spat, his voice dripping with disgust. "She was supposed to ensure security! This is her fault! She's a liability, Maxwell! A dangerous, unstable liability! Get rid of her!"
My breath caught in my throat. A liability. His words echoed every fear, every insecurity I had ever harbored. He wanted me eliminated.
Ashton's gaze flickered to me. For a moment, a fleeting second, I saw a struggle in his eyes. A flash of something complex – memory, perhaps, or a ghost of a conscience. But then, it was gone, replaced by the familiar cold mask. He looked at Elodie, then at the Senator. The choice was clear.
"She will be dealt with," Ashton said, his voice flat, emotionless. "Consider it done, Senator."
The words hit me harder than any bullet. He was sentencing me. To appease her. To solidify his alliance.
A wave of dizzying pain washed over me. I tried to push myself up, tried to speak, but my body wouldn't obey. I was weak. Exposed. And utterly alone.
Suddenly, a figure appeared beside me. Colonel Hall. He pressed a cloth to my bleeding head, his face a mask of concern. "Iris," he whispered, his voice urgent. "Can you move?"
I shook my head weakly. The world was spinning.
"She's awake!" Elodie shrieked, her voice shrill with hysteria. She pointed a manicured finger at me. "She attacked me! She tried to kill me! She's a traitor, Ashton! She always was!"
My eyes widened in disbelief. A lie. A blatant, venomous lie.
Ashton's head snapped towards me. His eyes, now blazing with fury, landed on my face. "What did you do, Iris?" he demanded, his voice a dangerous growl.
"I didn't! She's lying!" I rasped, struggling against Colonel Hall's restraining hand.
Elodie burst into theatrical sobs, clinging to Ashton. "She's always been jealous, darling! Ever since you announced our engagement! She wanted to sabotage us! She pushed me towards the grenade, Ashton! I saw her!"
The absurdity of her lie was staggering. I was the one who had been used as a shield. I was the one bleeding out on the floor.
Ashton's face hardened, his eyes blazing with a cold, righteous anger. He pulled out his pistol, the familiar gleam of chrome reflecting the emergency lights. He pointed it directly at me.
"Ashton, no!" Colonel Hall yelled, stepping in front of me, shielding my body with his own.
"Get out of the way, Colonel," Ashton commanded, his voice deadly calm. "She's a traitor. Elodie saw her."
"She's lying, Ashton!" I cried, my voice hoarse. "You know me! You know what I've done for you!"
His finger tightened on the trigger. His eyes, devoid of any recognition, stared through me. "I loyalties lie with my family, Iris. And Elodie is my family now. You are nothing."
"Traitor!" Elodie shrieked, her face contorted with malice. "Kill her, Ashton! Kill her!"
Even in my pain and fear, a horrifying clarity dawned on me. He wasn't just choosing Elodie. He was choosing to believe her lies. He was choosing to execute me based on her malicious fabrication.
He pulled the trigger.
The shot ripped through the air, deafeningly loud in the suddenly silent ballroom.
A searing pain exploded in my shoulder. My body lurched, propelled backward by the impact. I fell, gasping for breath, the world tilting precariously.
"You're exiled, Iris," Ashton's voice, cold and final, echoed in my ears. "From this city. From this family. If you ever return, I will kill you myself. Consider this a mercy." He turned, his back to me, pulling a sobbing Elodie into his arms.
Lying in a pool of my own blood, my body screaming in protest, I watched them leave. They walked away, hand in hand, leaving me to die. My heart shattered into a million pieces. The man I had loved, the empire I had built, had just cast me out like refuse.
Darkness began to creep in around the edges of my vision. This was it. The end.
But then, a hand gripped mine. Colonel Hall. His face, etched with grim determination, leaned close. "Not on my watch, child," he whispered. "Not on my watch."
He pulled me up, half-carrying me through the wreckage. We stumbled out of the ballroom, into the chaotic streets. The sirens wailed, closer now.
We made it to a waiting car, a nondescript sedan that blended into the night. It was not one of Ashton's. It was Colonel Hall's. His personal vehicle.
"Where are we going?" I gasped, clutching my bleeding shoulder.
"Somewhere safe," he replied, his eyes fixed on the road. "Somewhere you can disappear."
He drove through the night, leaving the burning ballroom, the shattered dreams, and the man who had betrayed me, behind. My world was in ruins, but a tiny spark, a fierce flicker of defiance, still burned within me. I was broken, but I was not defeated.