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14. The Rival's Son

Autor: Jaziel
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-10-22 19:51:12

I met Adrian the next day.

I told myself it was to get information. I told myself it was to understand the feud. I told myself it meant nothing. But I knew the truth. I wanted to see him. I wanted to feel that warmth again.

He was waiting for me in a small, private garden behind an abandoned church. It was the kind of place no one would look. The kind of place where secrets were safe. He was sitting on a stone bench, wearing a dark coat and a grey sweater. He stood up when he saw me. He did not
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  • THE DYING WIFE'S REVENGE   20. The Vaughan Secret

    The abandoned church garden was dead in the winter.The cherry trees were bare. The stone benches were covered in frost. I stood by the fountain, my hands buried in my coat pockets. One hand held the old photograph. The other hand held the silver chain Adrian had given me. I was freezing, but I did not care. The cold outside was nothing compared to the fire inside my chest.Adrian walked through the iron gates. He was wearing a black wool coat. His dark hair was damp from the mist. He walked straight toward me. He did not smile. He did not hesitate. He just looked at me with those dark eyes."You came," he said."You said you found something about my mother," I said. My voice was flat. "Tell me."He stopped a few feet away. He looked at the photograph in my hand. I held it up."You said your father tried to save me," I said. "You said he found me at the train station. But this is not the train station. This is a sidewalk. A street. This is a house."Adrian looked at the photo. He did

  • THE DYING WIFE'S REVENGE   19. Brother's Warning

    The Sterling library was a massive room lined with mahogany shelves that stretched from the floor to the ceiling.I was sitting at a long table in the center of the room, surrounded by old documents. After my conversation with Josh, I had spent days digging through the Sterling archives. I was looking for anything that mentioned the Vaughns. I was looking for the truth.I did not hear Emmanuel come in. I only knew he was there when the heavy oak door slammed shut.I looked up. He was standing by the door. He was wearing a black suit, and his grey eyes were blazing with anger. He looked like a predator. A very dangerous predator."We need to talk," he said. His voice was a low growl.I set my pen down. I did not stand up. I had learned a long time ago that showing fear to men like Emmanuel only made them more aggressive."I am busy," I said."I do not care." He walked toward the table. He placed both hands flat on the wood and leaned forward, invading my space. "I told you to stay away

  • THE DYING WIFE'S REVENGE   18. The First Sketch

    The pencil snapped in my hand.I stared down at the broken pieces on the drawing table. It was the third pencil I had broken in the last hour. My hands were shaking. Not from the cold. Not from the detox. From the rage. I had been sitting in this studio for three hours, and I had not drawn a single line. Every time I put the pencil to the paper, my mind went back to the stolen sketches. The hundreds of designs Emmanuel had bought back for me. The millions of dollars Nathan had made from my pain.I could not create. I could only destroy. I wanted to tear the paper into pieces.The door opened. Josh walked in. He was wearing his white coat and carrying a clipboard. He looked at the broken pencil on the desk. He looked at the empty page. He did not say anything about it."I have your test results," he said.I pushed the broken pencil pieces into the trash. "Tell me.""The detox is working faster than I expected. Your body is responding well to the treatment. The toxin levels are dropping

  • THE DYING WIFE'S REVENGE   17. The Missing Years

    Emmanuel came to the clinic the next day.He did not bring financial reports. He did not bring lawyers. He walked into my room carrying a small wooden box. It was old. The edges were worn. The lid was carved with a cherry blossom."What is that?" I asked.He set it on the bed beside me. He did not sit down. He just stood there, looking at the box like it was a bomb."It is yours," he said. "It has been in the Sterling vault for twenty-seven years."I reached out and touched the lid. It was smooth. Cold. I opened it slowly.The first thing I saw was a dress. A small dress. Blue cotton with white lace at the collar. I picked it up. It was tiny. It would not fit a child older than three."This was mine?" I whispered."Yes. You were wearing it the day you were taken."I set the dress aside. Underneath it was a stuffed rabbit. It was grey and worn. The ears were frayed. One eye was missing. I picked it up. I held it to my chest. I felt something in my chest crack open. Something I had not

  • THE DYING WIFE'S REVENGE   16. The Detox

    To understand how I stood in that ballroom, you have to go back. Three years back. To the clinic.The first month was a blur of white walls, cold sheets, and the constant beep of machines. Josh had moved me into his private medical facility. It was not a hospital. It was a fortress. No visitors. No press. No windows that opened. Just me, the doctors, and the poison slowly leaving my body.I hated it.I hated the IV drip in my arm. I hated the blood tests every morning. I hated the physical therapy that made my muscles scream. I had spent eight years being weak. I had spent eight years being told I was nothing. I did not want to be weak anymore. I wanted to be strong.I pushed myself. I walked when I was told to rest. I lifted when I was told to sit. I trained when I was told to sleep. I was going to rebuild my body if it killed me.On day twelve, it almost did.I was in the physical therapy room. It was a large space with mirrored walls and rubber floors. I was walking on a treadmill.

  • THE DYING WIFE'S REVENGE   15. The Return Announcement

    The car stopped in front of the Grand Hotel, and the flash of cameras was so bright it felt like a physical blow.I sat in the back seat, my hands resting in my lap. The black silk of my gown pooled around me like spilled ink. The cherry blossom embroidered at my collarbone felt like armor. I had spent three years building this moment. Three years of detoxing my blood, rebuilding my body, and designing a fashion empire from the shadows. Three years of waiting.The door opened. Adrian stood outside, holding out his hand. He was wearing a black tuxedo that fit him like a glove. His dark eyes found mine through the flashing lights."You do not have to do this," he said, his voice low enough that only I could hear. "We can turn the car around. We can go to Paris. Or Tokyo. Anywhere you want. You do not owe them this."I looked at his hand. I thought about the three years I had spent in the Sterling estate. I thought about the poison that Josh had finally flushed from my veins. I thought a

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