My Escape From Two Tyrants

Trapped between two powerful and ruthless men, a woman finds herself caught in a dangerous game of obsession and control. These billionaire tyrants will stop at nothing to possess her, turning her life into a gilded cage. As their intense rivalry escalates, she realizes that her only hope for survival is to orchestrate a daring disappearance. She must navigate a web of desire and manipulation to reclaim her freedom before they consume her entirely.

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Chapter 3

I deliberately walked away, making sure the driver didn't tail me. After hailing a cab to head home, I happened to come across Emerson's newest Instagram post. Normally, he's too wrapped up in work to share much online. If I'm remembering right, this is his first update in about two years. It's a picture of him with Isabelle.

They're both smiling at the camera—she with a fresh, sweet charm, and he looking handsome. They seem to complement each other perfectly. The caption read: "Forever love, Saoirse." My fingers froze around the phone, and a knot tightened in my chest.

Once, in Emerson's study, I found a photo tucked away in a drawer. It was of him with another girl. They looked so young, dressed in school uniforms, grinning at the camera. Saoirse had a baby face with tiny dimples, utterly adorable. Just like in the current photo of Isabelle. The resemblance between them was striking.

A friend of Emerson's once mentioned that he was with me because my voice reminded him of Saoirse's. Back then, I refused to believe it, but harsh reality has given me a rude awakening. Now that he's found someone who bears an even closer resemblance to Saoirse, he no longer has any need for me.

When I returned home to pack my things, Emerson and Isabelle came in together. She twirled around in a Victorian-style dress in front of him. "Do I look good, Emerson?"

His eyes were fixed on her. "Call me Em."

Her cheeks went pink, and she lowered her gaze. "Okay," she replied softly.

At that moment, she saw me. "Oh, you're back, sis. It's pretty chilly outside, come on in."

Every word and action made it seem as if she were the lady of the house. I glanced at Emerson. He was lounging on the sofa, sipping coffee, looking calm amidst the spirals of steam. I used to think he was indifferent to others. Now, I was that other.

Without a word, I moved to my room to pack. As I walked by, he chuckled lightly at Isabelle. "Leave a mark for me."

"Sure, Em," she giggled.

My heart shattered completely. I couldn't believe the man who once treated me so tenderly would hurt me over and over again. Clenching the hem of my shirt, I turned and went into the room. Throughout our seven years together, he pampered and indulged me. He always used to say, "I love you." I genuinely believed he meant it.

As I packed, tears streamed down my face. Honestly, accepting that he no longer loves me is something I can't do just yet. Even now, my heart aches for him.

Suddenly, Isabelle barged in, her big, bright eyes blinking at me. "Sis, Em asked you to take me to the room upstairs."

I paused. I knew Emerson too well; he knew I disliked Isabelle and used her to provoke me. Even without seeing him, I could guess what was going through his mind: if I didn't relent, this girl would replace me. He's used this tactic repeatedly over the years. In the past, I would give in, but this time, I wouldn't.

"Can't you walk yourself?" I snapped coldly, closing my suitcase to leave. But she grabbed my hand, her once gleaming eyes turning dark.

"You really think you're the lady of the house, don't you? I'll make sure that's no longer the case."

With a loud "smack," she slapped herself, revealing those dimples with a triumphant grin. "Guess who Emerson will believe?"

Before I could react, she burst into tears. "Please, sis, don't hit me, I'll leave right away…"

It hit me then what she was trying to do. How ridiculous, to use such a transparent trick. Emerson isn't easily fooled; he's not going to fall for her act.

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9.0

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8.5

Love Me Like Before

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Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

My Fiancé Gave My Work to His Mistress

8.3

The lavish, gleaming ballroom offers no comfort to the betrayed woman sitting in silence at table seven. As the elite crowd looks on, her billionaire partner, Damien, stands flawlessly in his navy suit, soaking in their admiration. Surrounded by her team, she is forced to watch his triumph under the spotlights, suddenly realizing the devastating depth of his deception at a glittering party that has transformed into her worst nightmare.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

Ninety Days To Break Your Heart

8.6

I thought I was living the dream as the wife of a billionaire, until my husband came home at 2 A.M. reeking of expensive Scotch and "Midnight Rose"—the signature perfume of his ex-lover, Lucinda. While I spent my nights alone in the nursery with our sick twins, William was out in the city, making it clear to everyone that our marriage was nothing more than a cold, calculated business merger. When I finally confronted him with the evidence of his infidelity, he didn’t offer an apology. He simply looked at me with disgust and told me I was a "liability" who should stay home and play the part of the perfect mother while he lived his real life with someone else. The humiliation reached its peak at the hospital when his grandfather suffered a massive heart attack. William showed up with Lucinda on his arm, comforting her in front of the entire Sterling clan while his mother publicly mocked me for being a useless gold-digger. Even after William tried to force himself on me in a drunken rage the night before, he had the audacity to treat his mistress like the grieving wife while I was pushed into the shadows. I felt something inside me finally snap. The man I loved had turned into a monster who saw me as an acquisition rather than a human being. I was ready to sign the divorce papers and disappear with nothing but my pride, just to escape the suffocating weight of his indifference. But then, the dying patriarch called me to his bedside and handed me a sword: five percent of the company’s voting shares and a three-month ultimatum. I’m not running away anymore. I’ve decided to stay for ninety days, but not to save a dead marriage. I’m staying to become the one thing William Sterling never saw coming—his most dangerous nightmare.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.7

The Billionaire's Medicine: His Silent Obsession

8.7

My stepmother sold me like a piece of inventory to a man known for breaking people just to plug the financial crater my father left behind. I was delivered to the Morton estate in the middle of a freezing storm, stripped of my phone, and told that if I didn't make myself useful, my senile grandfather would be evicted from his care facility by noon. The master of the house, Adonis Morton IV, was a monster living in a silent mausoleum, driven to the brink of madness by a sensory condition that turned every sound into a physical assault. When I was forced into his suite to serve him, he didn't see a human being; he saw a source of agony. In a fit of animalistic rage, he pinned me to the wall and nearly strangled me to death just for the sound of a shattering teacup. I only survived by using my grandfather’s secret herbal blends and pressure-point therapy to force his overactive nervous system into a drugged sleep. But saving him was my greatest mistake. Instead of letting me go, Adonis moved me into a guest suite connected to his own bedroom by a hidden door. He didn't just want me as a servant; he needed me as a human white-noise machine to drown out the demons in his head. The nightmare deepened when he took the promissory note that defined my freedom and tore it into confetti. By destroying the debt, he destroyed my exit strategy. He replaced my maid’s uniform with a silver silk dress that clung to my skin but did nothing to hide the dark, ugly bruises his fingers had left on my neck. He branded me as his "primary care associate," a title that was nothing more than a gilded cage. I felt a sickening sense of injustice as he forced me to sign a contract that banned me from contacting other men and required me to sleep wherever he slept. He looked at me with a possessive heat, calling me his "medication" rather than a woman. My family had sold my body, but Adonis Morton was intent on owning my very presence, using my grandfather’s medical bills as a leash to keep me within twenty feet of him at all times. Standing in a neglected greenhouse with mud staining my expensive silk, I realized I was no longer a victim waiting for rescue. If I was going to be his medication, I would learn how to be his cure—or his undoing. I began clearing the weeds with a cold, calculated frenzy, determined to turn this prison into my laboratory. He thinks he has trapped a helpless girl, but I am going to pry open the cracks in his stone walls until his entire world comes crashing down.

Billionaire LitRPG Modern

My Escape From Two Tyrants

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