Betrayed love and regret

Will you really dump my sister for me?" Chris and Jane have been dating since high school. For Jane, Chris is her happy place. Living with her step-siblings hasn’t been easy for her, and Chris is her only comfort. "Jane, I love you so much. What can I ever do to repay you? You’re a blessing in disguise, and I can’t wait to finally have you all to myself, babe," Chris said. "I love you too, Chris," Jane replied, her eyes already red and her voice trembling as she professed her undying love for him. "Chris, just take the money and use it to pay for your tuition. This is the money I have been saving for five years now," Jane added. "Babe!" Chris said, almost crying. "I promise things are going to get better. All your sacrifices for me won’t be in vain. I promise to be a better man for you." Just then, Chris’s phone rang. "Jane, I have to take this call. Please, can you give me a moment?" "Yes," Jane said almost immediately, though she wondered why Chris suddenly seemed panicked

“Go and look for who is responsible for the bastard you have in your womb . oh you think you will make me change my mind by saying you’re pregnant?oh then you must be joking,better go and remove that thing in your womb,if truly there’s one”Chris shouted at Jane. “After all I have sacrificed for you Chris ,do you even know who made me look like this?Jane retorted while she raised her hand to slap his face. However, before her palm landed on his face, Karen had grabbed her hand and pushed her to the ground. Then, Karen stepped on Jane’s hand mercilessly with her red high heels. Karen repeatedly jabbed and twisted her heel on Jane’s hand. "You have willingly donated. your kidney. They didn't force you to do it. Stop bringing that matter up to blackmail him emotionally!"It's your own body that has problems. Why are you blaming others for it? Many people have donated their kidneys, but they all end up okay,why is yours now different? Just as Karen finished her sentence, she jabbe

Jane's heart pounded as she processed Greg's proposal. Marriage? A contract marriage at that? It sounded insane, but then again, her life had already been torn apart. If this was her chance to take back control, to make Chris and Karen pay for everything they did to her, why should she hesitate? Still, she narrowed her eyes at Greg, her voice calm but firm. “And what exactly do you gain from this?” Greg leaned back in his chair, twirling his wine glass between his fingers, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Smart question,” he mused. “My grandfather is threatening to will his entire fortune to an orphanage unless I settle down and prove that I can be responsible. He wants to see me married happily, preferably but I couldn’t care less about love. I just need a wife for two years to secure my inheritance.” Jane raised a brow. “Two years?” “Yes. No strings attached, no expectations beyond what the world sees. You’re free to live your life however you wish. You can date, party, or even con

The ballroom pulsed with the low hum of music, the clinking of glasses, and the rustle of silk and designer suits. Greg stood near the bar, scanning the crowd with sharp eyes. The crowd had grown denser, with guests dancing, laughing, and gossiping, making it harder to spot Jane in the chaos. His eyes darted across the golden-lit hall, searching for her golden hair, the silhouette of that black dress she wore like armor.She’d wandered off just a few minutes ago after their icy toast to revenge and her deliciously brutal encounter with Chris. He didn’t want her out of sight for too long. Not because he didn’t trust her on the contrary, he was beginning to trust her more than most but because tonight was important. Their first public appearance together. Every move mattered.As he took a step forward, about to head toward the corridor leading to the terrace, a familiar voice stopped him cold.“Was the breakup really that bad,” came the bitter hiss, “that you had to date my sister, Greg

Dinner was served in the private dining suite on the top floor of the Grand Royale. The room, though not large, exuded timeless elegance: velvet drapes, dark furniture, and a glistening chandelier that bathed everything beneath it in a soft, golden glow. The long table had only three settings one for Greg, one for his grandfather, and one at the center, for Jane.A silent staff had already laid out the first courseduck confit over arugula, with a chilled glass of Sauvignon Blanc. The conversation had been formal but smooth. The elder Callahan, William, asked questions about Jane’s background, her education, her ambitions. Jane answered carefully, offering just enough to seem sincere but not so much to reveal the truth behind their arrangement. Greg had kept the conversation flowing, even lighthearted at moments.But as the second course arriveda steaming plate of seared salmon with lemon beurre blanc and asparagus spears the air shifted.William set down his fork, dabbed his mouth w