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CH.29

作者: Golden Butterfly
last update 最終更新日: 2025-05-07 19:17:41

ELISE

The grand ballroom transforms into a theater of wealth and power. All eyes turn toward the centerpiece of the evening: a towering seven-tier cake that stands like a monument to excess. Delicate sugar flowers cascade down its pristine white surface, interspersed with edible gold leaf that catches the light with each rotation of the display platform. Some poor pastry chef probably hasn't slept in weeks creating this monstrosity.

I’m pulled away from my father less than two minutes after he unknowingly shielded me from Natasha’s scrutiny.

Alexander looks impatient as he guides me through the crowd with a firm hand at my lower back.

His touch feels possessive rather than supportive, subtly reminding me of my role in this elaborate production.

The pain medication begins to fade, allowing sharper sensations to break through. Each step toward the cake needs more concentration than the last.

"Smile," Alexander murmurs through barely moving lips. "Everyone important is watching."

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KierraC
I’m glad she’s seeing who they all really are for the first time and she can plan accordingly. I hope she doesn’t end up marrying him this time around or if she has to maybe put Kieran in charge of her care n estate if possible to protect her.
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    ELISEThose words hit harder than they should. Even Kieran's security team can see what I've spent years trying to deny. My own family is a threat to me.The journey to the Blackwood estate takes forty-five minutes.My ice bodyguard/driver doesn't attempt conversation, which I'm grateful for. The silence gives me time to think, to prepare myself for whatever fresh hell awaits me.But no amount of preparation could ready me for the flood of memories that assault me as we get closer to the estate.This road used to mean coming home. It used to mean safety, warmth and the promise of my mother's arms around me. Now it feels like driving toward my own execution.The familiar gates come into view, and my stomach clenches with dread and nostalgia so powerful it makes me nauseous.The Blackwood family crest is worked into the metal, all sharp angles and proud lines. This used to be my home. The place where I took my first steps, spoke my first words, learned to ride a bike. Now it feels like

  • The Heiress' Return For Vengeance    CH.67

    ELISEI stumble to the walk-in closet on shaking legs, my head still hazy from the shock of watching my mother's…I can't bring myself to even think about it.The rows of designer clothes mock me with their perfect organization, each piece a reminder of the cage I'm trapped in.My hands tremble as I push through silk blouses and cashmere sweaters, searching for something simple. Something that won't make me look like the pampered trophy wife.I grab the first things I can find: a pair of fitted jeans and an oversized black t-shirt. The denim feels foreign on my skin after weeks of wearing nothing but expensive dresses and designer gowns.The shirt smells like home. Like Kieran.I know without looking at the label that it's his because no one else would dare use our private closet.The fabric hangs loose on my frame, reminding me of how much smaller I am compared to him.The irony. I'm wearing my captor's clothes to meet my family of vultures.My hands shake violently as I try to pull

  • The Heiress' Return For Vengeance    CH.66

    ELISEFor a split second, I don't understand what I'm seeing. My brain refuses to process it, like it's protecting me from something too devastating to comprehend. Then reality crashes over me in waves.Then disbelief floods in.But the evidence is undeniable. The way she tilts her head when she laughs. The small scar above her eyebrow from when she fell off her bike as a child. A story she told me a hundred times.It's her. It's really her.It's my mother. There's no mistaking her face. But she's... she's beneath a man I don't recognize. A stranger.The sounds coming from the phone speaker make my stomach lurch.This can't be real. It can't be.My mother was a saint. She was elegant, refined, the perfect society wife. She volunteered at children's hospitals and organized charity galas. She read me bedtime stories and taught me how to loyal. She would never..."This is fake!" My voice is getting louder, more desperate. "It has to be fake. Mom would never... she wouldn't..."My hands sh

  • The Heiress' Return For Vengeance    CH.65

    ELISEThe weight of everything crushes down on me the moment I step into my room. My legs feel like they're made of lead, each step requiring more effort than the last.I drag myself toward the bathroom, peeling off my clothes with shaking hands.The shower handle turns with a sharp squeak, and scalding water pours down from the rainfall showerhead. Steam fills the marble-enclosed space within seconds.The hot water hits my skin like a thousand tiny needles, but I welcome the pain. It's better than the numbness that's been spreading through my chest since that woman left. Better than feeling nothing at all.Then the dam breaks.A sob tears from my throat, raw and ugly. Then another. My knees give out and I sink to the shower floor, letting the water pound down on my shoulders while tears stream down my face.The sound echoes off the marble walls, mixing with the steady rush of water."Why?" The word comes out broken, barely audible over the rushing water. "Why did I think he'd be diffe

  • The Heiress' Return For Vengeance    CH.64

    ELISEI'm frozen in place, staring down at the contents of the bag while my world tilts sideways and everything dignity I have left crumbles into dust.Inside the bag is a vibrator. Sleek and red with smooth curves and a design to both aesthetic appeal and functional efficiency.A remote control sits beside it in the tissue paper.The implications hit me all at once, and I feel sick.This isn't a gift. It's a statement. A reminder of exactly what I am to him, what role I'm expected to play in this arrangement we've entered into.This is what he thinks of me, what he expects from me. Not a wife, not even a woman, but a thing to be controlled and manipulated for his entertainment. A toy to be used when he's in the mood and discarded when he's not."Mr. Westfield wishes you to wear it whenever instructed," she states matter-of-factly, as if she's discussing a company policy instead of my sexual humiliation."I'm not really a vibrator person," I manage to stammer out smaller and more path

  • The Heiress' Return For Vengeance    CH.63

    ELISEThe simple, repetitive motion of putting one foot in front of the other. The burn in my lungs reminding me I survived when they tried to kill me.The steady thump of my heartbeat drowning out the voices in my head that whisper about failure and helplessness and the terrible price of survival.But as my body settles into the familiar rhythm of running, as my breathing deepens and my muscles warm, my mind starts to drift. And that's when the memories surface, unbidden and unwelcome, rising from the depths where I've tried so hard to bury them.The mental institution. Those sterile white walls that seemed to close in a little more each day, making the already small room feel progressively more claustrophobic.The smell of disinfectant that never quite masked the underlying scents of despair and madness, of human waste and unwashed bodies and the particular staleness coming from too many broken people confined in too small a space.The way the staff looked at me, not with compassion

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