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Chapter 13: The Martyr
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The Boy I Swore to hate Chapter 13: The Martyr
"I am not letting you play the martyr, Adrian Blackwood."The heavy cardstock crumpled in Amelia’s fist. She stood in the sterile, fluorescent-lit lobby of the police precinct, completely oblivious to the chaos swirling around her. The frantic shouting of reporters outside, the ringing phones, the harsh glare of the camera lights—all of it faded into a dull, underwater hum.I could not protect you from my family then. I can protect you from them now.He had confessed. He had thrown his entire life away—his freedom, his legacy, his name—just to ensure she wouldn't spend a single night in a federal holding cell. The arrogant billionaire who had spent her entire childhood making her feel utterly worthless had just stepped in front of a forty-million-dollar bullet meant for her.A hot, stinging tear tracked down Amelia’s dust-streaked cheek, but she aggressively wiped it away.Sadness was a luxury she couldn't afford. Sadness was for the little mouse who hid in the estate kitchens.What r
The Boy I Swore to hate Chapter 12: The Fall
The cold steel of the handcuffs clicked shut, locking around Adrian’s wrists with a sickening finality.For a fraction of a second, the executive suite was absolutely silent. The gravity of what was happening defied all logic. Adrian was the heir to a dynasty, a man whose family practically owned the police department, yet here he was, being shackled like a common criminal in his own office.He looked at the lead detective, a man whose campaign he had personally funded last year. The detective wouldn't meet his eyes."You have the right to remain silent," the detective recited, his voice flat and rehearsed. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."Adrian didn't hear the rest of the Miranda warning. His gray eyes were locked onto his mother.Victoria stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sunlight catching the diamonds at her throat. She looked utterly serene, sipping her sparkling water as she watched her only son being arrested."How?" Adrian asked
The Boy I Swore to hate Chapter 11: The House of Glass
The porcelain shattered, and with it, the final illusion of Amelia’s life.She stared at the dark tea bleeding into the floorboards, unable to tear her eyes away from the mess. Rose dropped to her knees, her trembling hands reaching for the jagged white shards, but she didn't seem to see them. Tears were pouring silently down her mother’s pale, lined face."You knew," Amelia repeated, the words tasting like ash."Amelia..." Rose choked out, her hands hovering over the broken cup. "You have to understand. It wasn't what you think.""He's alive!" Amelia’s voice tore through the small cottage, a raw, agonizing scream that finally unleashed the horror she had been holding back. "I just saw him! Seven years, Mom! For seven years, I thought he abandoned us because he was a criminal. I let the entire city look at me like dirt. I let *Adrian* look at me like dirt! And you knew?"Rose looked up, her eyes wide and desperate. "I knew he was alive. But I swear to God, Amelia, I didn't know he was
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Amelia forgot how to breathe.The world narrowed to the man sitting in the leather backseat of Victoria Blackwood’s car. The graying hair at his temples was new. The expensive, tailored suit looked unnatural on his frame. But the soft brown eyes—the eyes that used to crinkle at the corners when he read her bedtime stories—were entirely unmistakable."Dad?"The word torn from her throat was a fragile, bleeding thing.Daniel Hart flinched as if she had struck him. He opened his mouth, his face pale and hollow, but Victoria reached out a gloved hand and gently laid it on his forearm. The gesture looked almost affectionate, but the underlying threat was crystal clear."Drive, Charles," Victoria ordered smoothly, not taking her eyes off Amelia."Wait! Dad, stop!" Amelia threw herself forward, her hands slamming against the tinted glass of the window. "Dad, look at me! Please!"The engine roared. The heavy tires kicked up gravel, spraying dust across her shoes as the sedan accelerated down
The Boy I Swore to hate Chapter 9: The Ghost of Blackwood Estate
"Hide."The word was a barely audible, frantic breath against Amelia’s ear. Before she could react, Adrian grabbed her by the waist and pulled her deep into the shadow of the rearmost bookshelf on the gallery walk, shielding her completely with his broad frame.The rhythmic *thwack-step, thwack-step* of Richard Blackwood’s cane echoed off the high mahogany walls below.Amelia held her breath, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped beast. She was pressed flat against the cold wood of the shelving unit, the red personnel file clutched against her chest. Adrian stood inches from her, his arm stretched to grip the high shelf above her head, sealing her in the dark nook."Adrian?" Richard’s booming, gravelly voice cut through the heavy silence of the library. "I know you're in here. Your mother said you brought that Hart girl to my house."Adrian took a slow, deep breath, smoothing down his white dress shirt with his free hand before stepping out into the open gallery, resting
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"Give it to me, Amelia."Adrian’s voice was no longer a soft, ragged murmur. It was the sharp, commanding bark of a CEO managing a catastrophic corporate leak. His hand shot out, his long fingers clamping tightly around the edge of the red folder."Get your hands off it!" Amelia screamed, ripping the file backward with so much force the heavy cardstock tore slightly in his grip.She scrambled backward along the narrow upper gallery, putting the heavy wooden reading pedestal between them. Her chest heaved, her heart thrashing against her ribs so violently she thought it might shatter them. She clutched the file to her chest like a shield, her eyes wide and wild."Amelia, you do not know what you are looking at," Adrian warned. He took a slow, deliberate step toward her, holding his hands up as if trying to calm a cornered animal. The color had completely drained from his face, leaving his eyes a stark, terrifying silver. "That is a classified personnel document. Hand it to me.""It’s a
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