The Fiancé's Cruel Deception
I was kidnapped with my fiancé, Charlton Morris. In that dark, damp room, he was my hero, shielding me from our captors and whispering promises of safety.
After our rescue, he proposed in front of the world's cameras. But the fairytale was a lie. The kidnapping was a sham he orchestrated with my own father, a cruel plot to ruin my reputation.
I was just a pawn, a public pariah to make his family accept his true love, Giuliana. They humiliated me with a degrading video, had me committed to a mental asylum where I was nearly assaulted, and then discovered I was pregnant.
They forced me to abort the child I was secretly carrying-his child. They thought they had broken me, that I would disappear quietly with my shame after they had taken my dignity, my reputation, and my baby.
But on the day of their wedding, I sent them a gift: the preserved remains of the child they made me kill. Then, I burned my old life to the ground and bought a one-way ticket to London. They thought the story was over. They had no idea my revenge was just beginning.
Chapter 4
"Ungrateful?" I shrieked, the word tearing through my throat. My hands trembled with a raw, visceral fury. I snatched a priceless porcelain figurine from its pedestal, its delicate artistry mocking my shattered state. "You call me ungrateful? After everything you've done?"
I hurled the figurine across the room. It exploded against the marble fireplace, spraying ceramic shrapnel everywhere.
Giuliana shrieked, scrambling behind her mother, a picture of manufactured terror. "She's losing it! She's completely insane!"
My father' s face was a mask of cold fury. "Kiara! Stop this instant! You're destroying everything!"
"Destroying everything?" I laughed, a bitter, broken sound. "You destroyed me! You sold me out to Charlton, didn't you? For a damn business deal! For your precious Morris corporation!"
He scoffed, adjusting his tie. "Don't be absurd. I merely facilitated an advantageous arrangement. For the family, Kiara. For your future."
"My future?" I spat, picking up a heavy silver photo frame. "You traded my future, my dignity, everything I am, for a bigger bank account! You let them humiliate me, you let him use me, and you stand there talking about 'advantageous arrangements'?"
I smashed the frame against a glass coffee table, shattering it into jagged pieces. "Was it advantageous when Charlton used me as bait? Was it advantageous when he paraded me around like a prize pig for his family to gawp at? Was it advantageous when he publicly shamed me with that video?"
My father's eyes narrowed. "Kiara, your behavior is unacceptable. You're hysterical. You need to control yourself."
"Control myself?" My voice rose, raw and ragged. "I'm not hysterical, Father! I'm furious! Did you know about Giuliana? Did you know she was his true love? That I was just a convenient distraction until they could finally get married?"
He averted his gaze, a tell-tale sign. "Kiara, this is nonsense. Now, if you calm down, we can discuss a new arrangement. Charlton is willing to be generous. A generous settlement, a quiet life abroad…"
"A quiet life abroad?" I snarled, my blood boiling. "So I can disappear, just like all your dirty secrets? So you can sweep me under the rug and pretend none of this ever happened?" My eyes landed on a small, intricately carved wooden box on a side table. It was my mother's jewelry box, one of the few things I had left of her. "Give me back her things. Give me back my mother's jewelry. You have no right to keep it."
He hesitated, then shook his head. "Those are family heirlooms now, Kiara. They belong here."
"No, they belong to me!" I screamed, lunging for the box. But my father was quicker, snatching it away.
Before I could react, Giuliana, who had been cowering behind her mother, let out a dramatic whimper. "Oh, my head… I'm so dizzy…" She clutched her stomach, her face paling theatrically. "The baby…"
My father's attention immediately snapped to her. "Giuliana! What's wrong? Are you alright?" He rushed to her side, his arm encircling her protectively.
"I just feel… a little faint," she whispered, leaning into him. "It's just… Kiara's violence… the shock… and with the baby…"
The baby? My mind reeled.
Just then, the front door burst open. Charlton, his face still bruised from my slap, his eyes blazing, stormed in. He took in the scene – the shattered glass, my father doting on Giuliana, my furious, disheveled state.
Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed to Giuliana's side. "Giuliana! Are you okay? What happened?"
He pulled her into his arms, his gaze sweeping over her with frantic concern. She clung to him, whimpering, her eyes darting to me with a triumphant glint.
"It was her, Charlton!" Giuliana cried, pointing a trembling finger at me. "She went crazy! She attacked me and the baby!"
Charlton's eyes snapped to me, cold and hard. "Kiara, what have you done?"
"Me?" I gasped, my voice choked with disbelief. "She's lying! She's always lying!"
I took a step towards them, my hand outstretched, wanting to grab Giuliana and shake the truth out of her.
But Charlton reacted instantly. He shoved me, hard.
I stumbled backward, losing my footing. The edge of the ornamental pond in the living room caught my heel. My arms flailed wildly, but it was no use.
With a sickening splash, I plunged into the freezing water.
The shock of the cold seized my lungs. I gasped, choking on the water, struggling against the heavy fabric of my dress. My head went under, then surfaced, my hair plastered to my face.
"Help!" I spluttered, thrashing. The water was deeper than it looked, and the cold was paralyzing.
On the edge of the pond, my father and Charlton stood, their faces unmoving. My father was still fussing over Giuliana, who was now clutching Charlton's arm, her face a mask of concern for herself, not for me.
"Oh, my poor darling," my father murmured to Giuliana, his back to me. "Are you truly alright?"
Charlton, his arm still around Giuliana, merely glanced at me, a flash of something unreadable in his eyes before he turned his full attention back to her. "Are you feeling any pain, Giuliana? We need to get you to a doctor immediately."
Giuliana, seizing the opportunity, whispered, "She tried to hurt the baby, Charlton! I swear, she was trying to push me!"
My heart sank. They were letting me drown. My own father. The man who had once held me in his arms.
I struggled, my energy draining fast. My limbs felt heavy, useless. The cold seeped into my bones, stealing my breath.
Charlton, finally, looked at me again. His expression was still cold, but there was a flicker, a tiny spark of something, in his eyes. He took off his expensive blazer, holding it out to me.
"Kiara," he said, his voice clipped. "You need to calm down. This is enough."
Enough? I was drowning, and he was telling me it was "enough"?
"Help me!" I choked out, reaching for his outstretched hand.
But he didn't move. He held the blazer out, a symbolic gesture, not an act of rescue. "You brought this upon yourself, Kiara. You need to learn to control your temper."
My hand fell back into the water, weak and useless. My body shuddered violently.
"Just cooperate," he continued, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "Play along for a little longer, and then you'll be free. Your father will return your mother's things, and you'll have a generous settlement. You can disappear. Just… don't make things worse."
My eyes, stinging with cold water and tears, met his. "You think I'm still playing your game?" I whispered, the words barely audible. "You think I'm still your pawn?"
He sighed, a weary expression on his face. "Kiara, please. Think about your mother's ashes. Your father can be very… protective of family heirlooms."
My blood ran cold for the second time that night. My mother's ashes. He knew how to hit me where it hurt. That was his ultimate leverage. My father truly was a monster.
A bitter, broken laugh escaped my lips, mingling with the chilling water. Tears streamed down my face, hot against the cold. "You… you're all just… vultures," I gasped, the words punctuated by shivers.
"Guard!" my father barked, his voice filled with a chilling authority. "Take her to the ancestral hall. She will kneel there until she learns some respect."
Two burly security guards appeared, their faces grim. They waded into the pond, their cold hands pulling me from the water. My body, weak and shivering, offered no resistance.
My father watched, his expression devoid of emotion. Giuliana, still clinging to Charlton, gave me a smug, triumphant smile.
As they dragged me away, water dripping from my sodden clothes, I looked back at Charlton. His eyes, for a fleeting moment, held a flicker of something akin to regret.
But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.
