Sold To The Devil I Ruined
Fitzgerald Woodard was the "stray" I used to torment in prep school, a boy I once paid to kneel in the mud for my amusement. Now, the tables have turned, and he’s the billionaire who bought my father’s debt, dragging me into his mansion as a "personal asset" listed in a contract I never read.
He didn't just want the money back; he wanted to see me break. He stood over me in the rain and told me he owned the very machines keeping my father alive, and with one flick of his thumb, he could stop his breathing forever.
The nightmare escalated until I didn't recognize myself. He forced me to eat cold soup off the floor like an animal and gripped my hand over a heavy hammer, forcing me to crush a young guard's bones just to prove I was as much of a monster as he was. His childhood sweetheart, a nurse I once humiliated, stood in the shadows, whispering that I was nothing more than a used-up toy he was already bored of.
I lay on the cold marble, shivering from a fever he refused to treat, realizing that the curse he placed on me years ago had finally come true. Every act of cruelty I had ever committed was being repaid with interest, and the man I once looked down on was now the only god I had left to pray to.
Suddenly, he threw me out into the freezing night with nothing but rags on my back and a shattered phone. The hospital called with an ultimatum: fifty thousand dollars by noon, or they pull the plug on my father’s life support.
Standing barefoot on the biting asphalt, I watched his black SUV disappear into the dark. I have nine hours to save the only person I love, and only one way to get the money. I have to go back and kneel before the devil I created.
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Chapter 8
The sound of the dress tearing was loud in the quiet room.
Fitzgerald ripped the silk from the hem to the neckline. The fabric gave way easily.
Elenora lay there. She didn't fight. She was a corpse. Her eyes were open, staring at nothing.
This infuriated him. He wanted her to scream. He wanted her to fight. He wanted her to be there.
"Look at me!" he roared.
He grabbed her waist, his fingers digging into her skin.
Elenora's eyes slowly tracked to his face. Her lips curled into a smile that was full of blood and broken glass.
"You're pathetic," she whispered.
Fitzgerald froze.
"You have to force women," she said. "Does your nurse know? Does Britni know you're a rapist?"
Fitzgerald's hand flew out. He slapped her.
Her head snapped to the side. Her lip split.
He snarled, reaching for the buckle of his belt.
A soft, insistent knock preceded the door swinging inward. Fitzgerald didn't have time to respond before Britni stepped inside.
"Fitz!"
Britni stood in the doorway. She was wearing a white nightgown. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. She looked like an angel interrupting a sacrifice.
Fitzgerald stopped. His hands hovered over Elenora. He looked at Britni, and the rage in his eyes shattered into panic.
He grabbed the duvet and yanked it up, covering Elenora's nakedness. He shielded her body from Britni's eyes.
"Get out, Britni," he said. His voice was hoarse.
"No!" Britni rushed into the room. She stood between the bed and Fitzgerald. "This isn't you! You're not a criminal!"
She put her hands on his chest.
Fitzgerald looked down at her small hands. The shame washed over him. Cold water on a fire.
"Take her," he said, turning his back. "Get her out of my sight."
Britni turned to the bed. She helped Elenora sit up. Her face was a mask of concern.
"Come on," she cooed. "Let's get you cleaned up."
She wrapped the sheet around Elenora and helped her stand. As they walked to the door, Britni leaned in. Her hand gripped Elenora's arm. Her nails were sharp. They pinched the tender skin under the bicep, hard enough to draw blood.
Elenora winced.
"I guess you're not as pretty as you thought," Britni whispered. "He didn't even finish."
Elenora tried to pull away. Britni held tight.
"Get out!" Fitzgerald yelled at the wall.
Britni dragged Elenora into the hallway. The moment the door closed, the concern vanished from Britni's face. She smiled. It was a smile of pure malice.
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"I'll pay you whatever you want. Just get here."
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His presence shattered her new life. He accused her of running, his touch a possessive reminder. Soon after, old rivals Chad Miller and Tiffany Vance ambushed her, humiliating her, sparking a fight.
Panic and anger flared as Chad mocked her, calling her a "bitch." Shame burned, but a deeper fear gripped her – the architect of her revenge was bleeding in her ER, and he knew.
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8.2
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Before I could even process the grief, my husband, Preston, kicked the door open and threw divorce papers onto the table.
Behind him stood Gloria, wearing a pristine cashmere coat and the diamond pendant Preston swore he had pawned to pay for Leo's hospital bills.
"Sign it," Preston said coldly. "You get nothing."
Gloria smirked, mocking me for failing to keep my sick child alive. When I tore up the papers in a blinding rage, Preston slapped me to the floor.
Then, my biological mother, Jerilyn, walked in. Instead of helping me, she pulled a serrated kitchen knife from her bag and plunged it deep into my stomach.
As I lay dying in a pool of my own blood, Jerilyn leaned in and whispered the devastating truth.
"I swapped you in the nursery. Gloria is my blood, and you belong in a Manhattan mansion. I can't let you ruin her life."
Until my lungs stopped working, I was consumed by a roaring, violent hatred. My own mother had traded my life of privilege for poverty, let my son die, and then murdered me to protect the fake.
Opening my eyes again, the dingy ceiling and the agonizing pain were gone.
I was sitting at a wooden desk, surrounded by the chatter of teenagers.
I was back in high school. And this time, I was going to make them pay.
8.3
My five-year-old daughter was turning blue in my arms, her body rigid with a 104-degree fever. I called my billionaire husband, Clifton, dozens of times as I rushed to the hospital, but he declined every single call.
While I was screaming at doctors and fighting to save our child’s life, a news alert flashed on my phone. Clifton was at the Met Gala, looking devastatingly handsome as he intimately draped his tuxedo jacket over the shoulders of his mistress, Eleanora.
The nightmare didn't end at the hospital. Clifton used a secret clause in our prenup to snatch Lily from her bed and move her to a private facility without my consent. When I finally found her, my own daughter shrank away from me in terror. "Go away, bad Mommy!" she sobbed, while the mistress fed her oatmeal and whispered that I was the one who made the doctors hurt her.
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I sat in the dark, watching them play happy family with the child they plan to sacrifice. I realized then that my marriage wasn't just a lie—it was a biological harvest. They think I’m just a broken trophy wife who doesn't understand the science they are using to destroy me.
They have no idea that I am "Ghost," the anonymous medical genius behind the very research they are trying to steal. As we board the private jet to Germany, I’ve stopped crying and started calculating. If they want to play with life and death, I’ll show them exactly what happens when a mother stops being a victim and starts being a predator.