Betrayed: His Student Caused Our Daughters Death
When Alex brought Brynn, his student, back to our apartment, I quickly decided to let them have the bed. In my past life, a fierce storm had raged outside when he brought Brynn back late at night and told me to sleep on the floor with our daughter, Nevaeh, leaving the bed to them. Enraged, I argued with him and yelled at Brynn, who ran out crying and accidentally fell into a ditch, drowning. Alex said nothing. Later, during another storm, he opened the storm drain and shoved me and our child in, saying, "Brynn was my mentor’s daughter, and I don’t know how to face him now that she’s gone. You can go down there and apologize to him for me!"
Before Nevaeh and I could even cry out for help, the icy, foul water filled our lungs. After our deaths, I found out that Brynn hadn’t died at all; it was a malicious prank to punish me for insulting her. Our bodies hadn’t even had a chance to cool before my husband joyously brought Brynn back to live with him. Now, as I opened my eyes, thunder rumbled outside the door, and Alex walked in with Brynn by his side. Alex hurried Brynn through the door, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.
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Chapter 3
As I approached a quiet alley near the old bistro, he suddenly halted. When he turned and locked eyes with me, I felt a pang of fear. The look in his eyes was twisted and terrifying.
"Kaylani, you know it wasn't safe with the rain pouring down. How could you let Brynn, just a young girl, run out into the storm?!" he exclaimed angrily.
"How did I end up marrying a woman with such a cold heart? It's not her who deserves to be damned—it's you!"
Before I could react, he roughly pushed me into an open sewer. My hands desperately clutched at the edge as I struggled to pull myself back up. My daughter, Nevaeh, cried out and reached for me, trying to grab my hand.
"And you, you little pest, if you hadn't cried so loudly that night and alerted the neighbors, I wouldn't have lost you both!"
With those words, he kicked Nevaeh forcefully in the back. Her small body collided with my head, causing my grip to weaken. We both fell into the rancid water below.
There was no time to scream before the icy, filthy water filled our lungs, drowning us both.
As I regained consciousness, the overwhelming sense of despair lingered. This time, I said nothing. I simply held Nevaeh's hand and watched silently as they flaunted their affection in front of us.
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9.5
My boyfriend, Jefferson, convinced me to give up my Yale scholarship for him. He was my secret, my escape from the shame of my mother's past, and I threw away my future for our love.
Then, at a gala, he publicly announced his engagement to Aubrey Carroll-the girl who made my high school years a living hell.
He trapped me in his mansion, forcing me to become her personal servant. She tortured me daily, culminating in her brutally killing our dog, Charlie, with a garden trowel.
When her friends arrived, they joined in, stripping me half-naked and live-streaming my panic attack for the world to see.
The man who once promised to protect me watched as they destroyed me.
But as I lay bleeding out on the floor, it wasn't an ambulance that arrived. It was the private security of Alexzander Stevens-my estranged, billionaire grandfather.
He revealed I was his sole heiress, and now, we were going to make them pay for every last tear.
8.7
My husband is a tattoo artist, but he never allows me to visit his workplace. On Thanksgiving, my friend Willa, who delivers food, got hit by a car, so I helped her with her last delivery. When I opened the delivery app, I was shocked to see that the destination was my husband's workplace. Just as I reached the entrance, I overheard his familiar voice. "If she weren't useful for covering the mortgage, I would have divorced her ages ago."
"It's laughable that she thinks I can't live without her."
Furious, I tossed the little packet into the trash, but rather than expressing remorse, my husband filed a complaint against me. When I suggested a divorce, he gladly accepted. "The house and car are mine. Good luck surviving on your own!"
"Don't ever mention that we were married; I can't bear that shame. You're nothing to me now!"
Little did he know, he wasn't just losing me, but any connection to my family's billion-dollar empire. ---
"Sorry, babe, a customer just walked in.
7.6
Every wolf knew my name. But I was just a plaything to Alpha Asher. When he grew tired of me, he tossed me aside like yesterday's trash. He lavished his new love with affection, leaving me broken and alone. I couldn't bear the whispers and pitying looks, so I made up my mind to leave.
That's when Alpha Gorge of the Lightning Pack stepped in. He offered me a chance to be his Luna. I didn't hesitate.
Alpha Asher, though, went wild when he realized I was gone. He searched day and night, leaving no corner of our world unexplored. One call to my phone, one word from Alpha Gorge on the other end, and he lost it completely.
Finally, at a party hosted by his uncle - Alpha Gorge - our paths crossed. His eyes bulged in shock when he saw me.
But it was too late. I was now his aunt, the Luna of a lightening pack.
8.2
The champagne flowed like water at Bradley's company celebration. Another successful quarter, another reason to celebrate his genius. I stood near the corner of the elegantly decorated conference room, nursing my sparkling water—I'd stopped drinking alcohol months ago, though no one knew why yet. "Harper, you're hiding again," Tessa whispered, appearing at my side. "You should be front and center. This company wouldn't exist without you."
I smiled weakly. "I'm fine here. Bradley's in his element."
My husband stood across the room, commanding attention in his tailored suit, his confident smile flashing as he discussed expansion plans with investors. Seven years of marriage, and I still felt that flutter when he laughed—though lately, those moments had become rare. "Truth or dare!" someone shouted, breaking into my thoughts.
9.3
The package arrived on our third wedding anniversary, innocuous brown paper concealing the devastation within. I found it on our bed, tied with a simple string that seemed to mock the occasion. "Grayson left this for you," our housekeeper said with a knowing smile that made my skin crawl. "Said it was something special."
My fingers trembled as I untied the knot. Inside were photographs—dozens of them—of Grayson with a woman I'd never seen before. Her dark hair cascaded over his chest as they kissed in what looked like our honeymoon suite. Another showed them tangled in an embrace I recognized from our own wedding night. The woman was beautiful in a way that made my stomach twist. Not just pretty—radiant. The kind of beauty that demanded attention, that made you forget your own name when she walked into a room.
8.0
My fiancé thought he was manipulating a naive heiress, unaware I had video proof of him plotting to commit me to an asylum.
He planned to steal my inheritance with my cousin, but tonight, I' m not signing a marriage license.
I' m signing his death warrant.
For years, I played the role of the docile, grateful orphan while Holden and Dianne mocked me behind my back.
They called me mentally incompetent, laughing as they planned to strip me of my father' s legacy and lock me away.
I watched them parade around my birthday gala, smug in their victory, treating me like a fragile doll on the verge of a breakdown.
They expected tears. They expected submission.
Instead, they got a cold-blooded execution.
In front of the entire New York elite, I didn't hand my voting rights to the golden boy who promised to love me.
I walked past him and handed the charter to the one man the entire family feared.
Hazen Ingram.
The scarred, silent "monster" of the dynasty.
As Holden screamed and was dragged away by security, I realized something terrifyingly beautiful.
I didn't just choose revenge.
I chose the only man who ever truly protected me.