Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTYChapter 80 – Below the CityThe drop wasn’t fast.That’s what made it worse.If the floor had given way and sent us plummeting, my body would’ve reacted. Braced. Fought gravity. Chosen panic.Instead, the descent was smooth. Controlled. Engineered.The kind of movement designed by people who never rush.The corridor walls remained white and seamless. No visible seams. No exposed wiring. No security cameras in sight.Which meant they were there.Just not for me to see.The man stood three feet ahead of me, hands folded loosely behind his back, like we were walking into a board meeting instead of beneath a city that just tried to erase me.“How deep?” I asked.“Deep enough,” he replied.“That’s not a number.”“It’s not meant to be.”The floor slowed.Stopped.A quiet click.Then the wall in front of us dissolved into transparency, revealing a wide subterranean platform.Tracks ran through the center.Not old rail.Magnetic.A transport system built for silence.A train waited.Sleek. Da
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY NINEChapter 79 – TransferThe darkness wasn’t natural.Cities don’t go dark like that.Even during outages, there’s bleed—backup grids, emergency strips, distant traffic glow. There’s always something.This was surgical.The kind of blackout that has intent.My ears were still ringing when the first sound returned—a faint mechanical hum somewhere deep in the warehouse.Not above.Not outside.Below.The woman grabbed my collar and dragged me behind an overturned steel desk as emergency strips flickered back to life along the far wall.Dim. Red.Backup system.But not ours.The armored figures were still standing where they’d been when the pulse hit.Frozen.Mid-motion.Like statues.The man near the SUV lowered his hand slowly, staring at them.“That wasn’t scheduled,” he said quietly.His voice had changed.Not controlled anymore.Tight.“You lost control,” the woman muttered.He ignored her.One of the armored figures twitched.Just slightly.Then collapsed.No dramatic fall. Just power
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHTChapter 78 – When the Door LiftsThe warehouse door didn’t just open.It rose slowly — deliberate, mechanical, unapologetic.The grinding metal echoed through the concrete space like a countdown.No one in the room moved at first.The woman in the driver’s seat didn’t reach for a weapon.She didn’t curse.She didn’t even look surprised.She just watched.Which meant this wasn’t unexpected.It was inevitable.Cold night air poured in under the widening gap. The outside streetlights cut thin bars of orange across the warehouse floor.I turned slightly, positioning myself behind the car door without making it obvious.“If this is part of the plan,” I said quietly, “you should probably tell me.”“It’s not,” she replied.That was honest.The door rose high enough to reveal tires first.Black.Large.Government issue? Hard to tell from rubber alone.Then the grill.Then the windshield.No sirens.No lights.Just quiet authority.The vehicle stopped halfway inside the threshold.Didn’t advan
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVENChapter 77 – The Alley Doesn’t LieThe back door didn’t creak.That’s what I remember most.It should have creaked. Every coffee shop back door in every crime movie creaks.This one opened smooth and silent like it had been oiled yesterday.Which meant someone expected it to be used.Cold air hit my face.The alley was narrow, brick on both sides, trash bins lined up like silent witnesses. A single streetlamp flickered at the far end.Behind me—“Federal agents. Open the door.”Reeves didn’t answer.Good.I stepped out and let the door fall shut behind me.No slam.No announcement.Just movement.I didn’t run.Running makes noise. Noise draws eyes. Eyes report.I walked fast. Controlled. Purposeful.Halfway down the alley, headlights flared across the brick wall ahead.Too bright.Too close.A black SUV rolled past the alley entrance slowly. Not police marked. Not government plates.Tinted windows.Hunting speed.They weren’t just sweeping the front.They were sealing exits.I stepped
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY SIXChapter 76 – Terms and ConditionsThe message stayed on my screen long enough for me to memorize it.We need to meet. Alone.No greeting. No signature. Just the number I now knew belonged to Assistant U.S. Attorney Daniel Reeves.The same man who had supposedly been “moving carefully.”The same man who had told me to stay quiet.The same man who somehow knew exactly when to send federal agents to my mother’s house.Coincidence doesn’t move with that kind of timing.The hallway buzzed with controlled chaos. Officers speaking into radios. One of them closing the crawl space panel with a flat, decisive shove. My mother was being gently escorted downstairs to give a statement.And I was being watched.Not aggressively.But carefully.One agent lingered near the top of the stairs, pretending not to stare.Protective custody.Right.I typed back before I could overthink it.You just sent agents to my house.The reply came almost instantly.Not mine.That stopped me.I stared at the screen.
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVEChapter 75 – The Sound Between HeartbeatsI didn’t breathe.Not fully.Not until I heard it again.A faint shift. Wood settling. Or a shoe against old flooring.My mother was standing beside me. The front door was still open. Cold air drifting in.Which meant whoever made that sound was upstairs.Inside.My brain tried to rationalize it.Old houses make noise.Pressure changes.Adrenaline exaggerates everything.But adrenaline doesn’t create footsteps.I closed the front door slowly. Quietly.“Stay here,” I whispered.My mother’s expression hardened. “Absolutely not.”I didn’t argue. There wasn’t time.I reached into my jacket pocket, not for the drive—but for my phone.Flashlight on.No police call. Not yet.If this was intimidation, involving uniforms would escalate it. And whoever had been bold enough to move early tonight wasn’t playing small.Another soft thud.From the hallway upstairs.Deliberate.They wanted us to know.My pulse steadied instead of racing.Fear sharpens some p
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Billionaire's Broken vows, Bitter Revenge
"I hate you! You are not our mother!"
Melissa staggered back, bewildered.
" Did... Did you hear him?" She gasped, pointing at their youngest child.
Jaden smirked, his head tilting to the side.
"Of course, he isn't wrong anyway."
She sacrificed everything for him and moved from being the wealthy, respected heiress to a neglected wife of a bankrupt man.
Despite Jaden's poor background and past marriage, Melissa stayed with him and his children and helped him build his business back to its feet to the point of raising it to be recognized as her family's rival company.
She thought the roses would finally be given to her, she thought Jaden Oscar would love her more than he did when they had nothing, but reality crushed her hopes.
Just a few years after her husband's success, he returned home with another woman, whom he claimed to be the children's mother.
Melissa was left with nothing, no children, no man to reciprocate her love, no family.
Standing alone under the rain with her eyes fixed on a house once called her home, Melissa swore to take revenge on everyone who had hurt her, most especially, her dear husband, Jaden Oscar.
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Sixty SixCHAPTER 166 — She Walked Away Free The morning after everything ended arrived quietly, as if the world itself was careful not to startle her.Melissa woke to pale sunlight slipping through sheer curtains, the sound of water moving somewhere beyond the windows. For a few seconds, she didn’t remember where she was—or why her body felt both exhausted and strangely light.Then memory returned, not like a knife, but like a closed door.Castor was gone.Gone for good.She sat up slowly, half-expecting the familiar tightness in her chest, the reflexive fear that had lived with her for so long. It didn’t come. There was grief, yes, and something like mourning for the years she had lost—but the fear was absent.That was new.Tyrone stood on the balcony, phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and controlled as he finished a call. When he turned and saw her awake, his expression softened in a way that still surprised her sometimes.“You okay?” he asked.Melissa nodded. “I think… I really am.”
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Sixty FiveCHAPTER 165 — The Choice That Ends a MonsterThe city didn’t sleep that night.Sirens stitched the dark together, blue and red lights washing over glass towers and silent streets. News vans crowded outside the evacuated venue, reporters shouting questions no one was ready to answer. Inside a black SUV moving steadily through the chaos, Melissa sat perfectly still, her hands folded in her lap as if calm were something she could summon by force.Tyrone watched her from the corner of his eye.She hadn’t spoken since they left.“Melissa,” he said softly.“I’m thinking,” she replied.That worried him more than panic would have.The safe house was a steel-and-concrete fortress overlooking the river, guarded, isolated, designed to disappear people when the world became too loud. The moment the door shut behind them, the quiet rushed in again thick, pressing, full of unfinished business.Melissa finally exhaled.“He planned that,” she said. “Not to kill anyone. Not yet.”Tyrone loosened his t
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Sixty FourCHAPTER 164 — A Ring, a Lie, and the Man Who Refused to DieThe first thing Melissa noticed was the silence.Not the peaceful kind—the kind that settled after a storm—but the heavy, unnatural quiet that pressed against her ears as Tyrone drove faster than he should have through the city streets. The river lights disappeared behind them, swallowed by concrete and steel, and the engagement ring on her finger felt suddenly heavier, like it carried a warning.She stared at her phone again.No new messages.That frightened her more than anything.“Castor is supposed to be in maximum security,” Tyrone said, voice controlled but tight. “No access to phones. No outside contact.”“Then how did he text me?” Melissa whispered.Tyrone didn’t answer immediately. His jaw clenched, knuckles whitening on the steering wheel.“There’s only one explanation,” he said finally. “He’s not where we think he is.”Her chest tightened. “You’re saying he escaped.”“I’m saying,” Tyrone corrected, “that someone he
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Sixty ThreeCHAPTER 163 — The Man Who StayedMelissa Williams had learned the sound of abandonment.It came quietly—through unanswered calls, through doors that closed without explanation, through promises that dissolved the moment life became inconvenient. It wasn’t loud. It didn’t scream. It simply… left.So when Tyrone stayed, it confused her.He stayed when she woke up shaking in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, Castor’s face still clawing at her thoughts. He stayed when the court dates dragged on longer than promised. He stayed when the tabloids dragged her name through mud they never bothered to clean off.He stayed even when she didn’t ask him to.That morning, Melissa stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in her apartment, staring at the city she had rebuilt herself in. The sun was pale, hesitant like it wasn’t sure she deserved warmth yet.Behind her, Tyrone adjusted his cufflinks calmly.“You didn’t sleep,” he said.It wasn’t a question.Melissa gave a faint smile. “I did. Jus
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Sixty TwoCHAPTER 162— Power, Not RescueThree years later.Melissa no longer remembered what fear felt like.Not because she had never known it but because it no longer ruled her decisions.From the glass wall of her office, the city spread beneath her like something conquered, not owned. Traffic moved in disciplined chaos. Towers rose and fell in steel confidence. Somewhere down there were people who still whispered her name with curiosity, envy, admiration.She had stopped caring which one it was.“Five minutes, Ms. Williams,” her assistant said softly.Melissa nodded without turning. “Let them in when the board is seated.”When the door closed, she adjusted her cuffs and looked at her reflection faintly mirrored in the glass. The woman staring back was composed, sharp-eyed, unapologetic.This was not the woman Castor had tried to break.This was not the woman Jaden had died protecting.This was the woman who had taken loss and forged authority from it.The board meeting went exactly as expe
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Chapter: Chapter One Hundred and Sixty oneCHAPTER 161— The Woman Who Stayed Standing The rain started just as the casket was lowered. Not dramatic. Not sudden. Just a steady drizzle that soaked into black coats and umbrellas, as if the sky itself had decided mourning should not be dry or clean. Melissa stood at the front. No umbrella. No one offered her one. She didn’t look fragile enough to need it. The cemetery was crowded press, executives, politicians, people who had only known Jaden as a name attached to wealth and influence. They whispered in clusters, glancing at her when they thought she wouldn’t notice. That’s her. The woman he died protecting. The reason Castor lost everything. Melissa didn’t turn. She kept her eyes on the casket, her hands folded loosely in front of her, rain tracing down her hair, her face, her neck. She felt it. Every drop. She welcomed it. The priest spoke. Words about legacy. About sacrifice. About a man who had tried to outrun his past and failed but not before saving someone els
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Vœux Brisés d’un Milliardaire : Vengeance Amère
Synopsis (Version Française)
« Je te déteste ! Tu n’es pas notre mère ! »
Melissa recula, bouleversée.
« Tu… tu l’as entendu ? » souffla-t-elle, pointant du doigt leur plus jeune enfant.
Jaden esquissa un sourire en coin, la tête légèrement inclinée.
« Bien sûr. Il n’a pas tort, de toute façon. »
Elle avait tout sacrifié pour lui — passant du statut d’héritière riche et respectée à celui d’épouse négligée d’un homme ruiné.
Malgré le passé difficile de Jaden et son précédent mariage, Melissa était restée à ses côtés, élevant ses enfants et aidant à reconstruire son entreprise jusqu’à en faire un empire rival de celui de sa propre famille.
Elle pensait enfin recevoir les roses qu’elle méritait.
Elle croyait que Jaden Oscar l’aimerait davantage maintenant qu’ils avaient tout.
Mais la réalité brisa ses espoirs.
Quelques années à peine après leur réussite, Jaden rentra à la maison avec une autre femme… qu’il présenta comme la véritable mère de ses enfants.
Melissa se retrouva seule — sans mari, sans enfants, sans famille.
Sous la pluie battante, fixant la maison qu’elle appelait autrefois la sienne, elle fit un vœu solennel : se venger de tous ceux qui l’avaient trahie, et plus que tout, de son cher mari, Jaden Oscar.
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️ Note de l’auteure
> Cette œuvre est ma propre création. Il s’agit de la traduction officielle en français de mon roman anglais publié sur GoodNovel.
Merci de respecter mon travail et de ne pas copier ou reproduire sans autorisation.
— Chel-C
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Chapter: Chapitre 7Chapitre 7 : L'étranger de la chambre 1408Point de vue de MelanieL'hôtel Rosewood se dressait au-dessus de moi comme une forteresse de verre et d'acier, ses lumières dorées se reflétant dans les rues luisantes de pluie. Je restais de l'autre côté de la route, trempée jusqu'aux os, serrant l'enveloppe d'argent liquide et le téléphone jetable comme s'ils étaient des bouées de sauvetage. Peut-être l'étaient-ils.Un portier en uniforme impeccable ouvrit les portes de laiton pour un couple en tenue de soirée. Ils entrèrent d'un pas élégant sans jeter un regard à la femme trempée sur le trottoir d'en face. Je baissai les yeux sur moi-même : ma blouse de créateur collée à la peau, le mascara qui avait coulé sur les joues, les cheveux plaqués contre le visage. J'avais exactement l'air de ce que j'étais : une femme qui avait tout perdu.Pourtant, j'étais toujours debout. Je traversai la rue, chaque pas mesuré. Les yeux du portier s'écarquillèrent légèrement à mon approche, mais des années d'
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Chapter: Chapitre 6 Chapitre 6 : La victoire a un goût amerPoint de vue de JadenLes bulles du champagne me chatouillaient la gorge tandis que je levais mon verre, observant le liquide doré scintiller sous la lumière du lustre. La victoire n’avait jamais eu un goût aussi doux. Du moins, c’est ce que je me disais.« À de nouveaux débuts ! » lança Erica d’une voix claire à travers le salon, son verre tintant contre le mien d’un son cristallin. Elle était radieuse — elle l’avait toujours été. C’est ce qui m’avait manqué pendant toutes ces années de séparation : cette beauté naturelle, cette aura qui attirait les regards où qu’elle aille.« À enfin obtenir ce que nous méritons, » ajoutai-je en la serrant contre moi. Elle s’ajustait parfaitement à mon côté, comme autrefois. C’était juste. C’était ainsi que les choses auraient toujours dû être.« Oh, mon cher garçon ! » Ma mère fit irruption, les bras grands ouverts, son téléphone enfin rangé après avoir filmé la sortie dramatique de Mélanie. « Je suis si fiè
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Chapter: chapter 5Je rampai jusqu’à la porte, incapable de retenir les larmes qui coulaient de mes yeux.La poignée était dure sous mes doigts lorsque je la tournai pour l’ouvrir.L’encre sur les papiers du divorce était encore fraîche quand les gardes du corps de Jaden m’agrippèrent les bras.Leur prise était ferme, inflexible, comme si j’étais une criminelle traînée hors de la scène d’un délit.Peut-être que je l’étais. Peut-être que l’avoir aimé avait été mon plus grand crime.« Enlevez vos mains de moi ! » me dégrafai-je, mais un autre garde bloqua mon passage vers l’escalier.« Je dois récupérer mes affaires. Mes vêtements, mes bijoux… »« Ordres de M. Oscar, madame. » Marcus, le chef de la sécurité, un homme qui m’avait ouvert la porte hier encore, n’osait pas me regarder. « Vous devez partir immédiatement. Rien dans cette maison ne vous appartient plus. »« Rien ne m’appartient ? » Ma voix se brisa. « J’ai vécu ici pendant des années ! Ce sont mes affaires… »La voix stridente de Mme Oscar perça
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Chapter: Chapter 4Je rampai jusqu’à la porte, incapable de retenir les larmes qui coulaient de mes yeux.Je forçai mes jambes à bouger et saisis la poignée, la tournant pour l’ouvrir.Mon cœur était déjà brisé depuis le début, jusqu’à ce qu’il ne reste plus aucun morceau à écraser.« Jaden ? » chuchotai-je en entrant en titubant.Il s’arrêta soudainement de la pénétrer quand il entendit ma voix et tourna la tête en arrière.Ses yeux s’écarquillèrent et il jura bruyamment avant de se retirer d’elle.Erica cria et tira la couverture sur son corps, rougissant de honte.Mon corps s’échauffa de rage tandis que je les regardais, les yeux remplis de larmes.« Alors, c’était ça ? C’était le travail dont tu parlais ? » demandai-je en penchant la tête sur le côté.La rougeur sur le visage d’Erica disparut, et elle me regarda sans la moindre trace de remords dans les yeux, tout comme Jaden.« Tu couchais avec ton ex-femme ? Tu devrais avoir honte ! » hurlai-je en m’avançant, incapable de contenir ma colère.« Tu
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Chapter: Chapter 3Ma respiration se coupa tandis que je fixais la femme à la peau dorée, brune et grande, devant moi.J’avalai difficilement ma salive et baissai la tête, me sentant intimidée par sa présence.Je l’avais vue d’innombrables fois à l’écran, pourtant Jaden avait refusé de me dire qu’elle était son ex-femme.Cela expliquait pourquoi son expression changeait toujours chaque fois qu’elle apparaissait dans un film.« Enchantée de te rencontrer », murmura-t-elle en tendant la main pour une poignée de main.Je fixai sa main et la montre chère attachée à son poignet.« Enchantée », répondis-je en serrant sa main à contrecœur.Ses lèvres roses s’étirèrent en un large sourire tandis qu’elle plongeait un regard confiant dans mes yeux.Il y avait beaucoup de similitudes entre nous, de la couleur de nos yeux à la structure de nos visages et de nos corps.Je me sentis bouleversée à l’idée que Jaden m’avait peut-être épousée parce que je ressemblais à son ex-femme.Il n’oserait pas faire ça. Il m’aimait
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Chapter: Chapter 2Une larme coula de mes yeux tandis que je fixais le visage pâle de David.Ses lèvres étaient gercées et sèches, et son corps n’était pas différent de celui d’un fantôme.Peut-être que si j’avais été un peu plus prudente, si j’avais laissé Betty dans les bras de la domestique et que j’étais allée chercher David, cela ne serait pas arrivé.C’est ce que je n’ai cessé de me répéter toute la nuit, assise dans la salle d’attente, le cœur serré dans ma poitrine.J’ai ressenti un profond soulagement lorsque les médecins ont confirmé qu’il allait bien.S’il était arrivé quelque chose à David, je doute que j’aurais pu le supporter.J’ai levé les yeux vers l’horloge murale de la pièce et ma gorge s’est nouée.Il était plus de neuf heures du matin et Jaden n’était toujours pas arrivé.Il m’avait promis la veille qu’il viendrait, sa voix tremblait d’inquiétude, et je l’avais cru.Au final, il n’y avait que moi et les enfants, comme toujours.« Maman ? » murmura une petite voix rauque, et je tourna
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