“Please, don’t marry him. I love you. How am I supposed to live without you?” Williams’s voice broke as he pleaded, desperation seeping into every word. Slowly, deliberately, Elodie slid the engagement ring off her finger. Without hesitation, she hurled it at him, the sharp metallic sound of it hitting the ground cutting through the air like a knife. “Get lost, Williams,” she spat, her tone icy. “I never want to see your face again.” Williams stared down at the ring, the very one he had chosen with so much love and care, now lying discarded like it meant nothing. Without another word, he turned and walked away, his steps heavy. He didn’t look back, and with every step he took, the distance between them felt insurmountable. As his figure disappeared from view, Elodie stood frozen, her body trembling. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over, and she collapsed to her knees. The ring, still glinting faintly on the ground, caught her eye. With shaking hands, she reached for it and cradled it in her palm. Her sobs grew louder as she pressed the ring to her lips, her tears soaking into her skin. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible through the sobs. “I’m so sorry, Williams.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the struggle for dominance, Elodie Richards unknowingly becomes a pawn— an object of a cruel joke that shattered her once blissful life. Falling prey to an evil scheme, she let go of the one thing that mattered most in her life; Williams Storm. When the truth comes to light, will Elodie be able to right her wrongs and win back the heart she shattered into pieces, even when Williams' once–loving eyes are filled with nothing but contempt for her?
View MoreElodie stood before Williams, her white wedding dress gleaming in the soft afternoon light. She could barely breathe, every fiber of her being screaming for her to stop, to choose him. But she forced herself to stay rooted, her decision set like a stone wall between them.
“Please,” Williams said, his voice cracking as he stepped closer. His desperation was palpable, his words heavy with anguish. “Don’t do this. Don’t marry him. I love you, Elodie. You’re my life.....how am I supposed to live without you?” Her chest tightened painfully, her heart pounding against her ribcage like it was trying to escape. She clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms as she fought to hold herself together. One more minute. Just one more minute, and she’d be free of this moment, free of the pain in his voice that was breaking her apart piece by piece. His hands reached out, trembling as they gripped her arms. “Say something,” he pleaded. His voice was raw, filled with a desperation she’d never heard before. “We had everything planned. Our life, our future....you said yes to me. You said you loved me. How can you throw it all away? How can you throw us away?” The crack in his voice shattered something inside her. For a moment, she wanted to collapse into his arms, to let him take her away from the suffocating reality she’d chosen. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t be selfish. He dropped to one knee suddenly, his hands grasping hers tightly. “Please,” he said, his words spilling out in a frantic rush. “Whatever it is.....whatever’s wrong....we’ll fix it, together. Don’t do this, Elodie. Don’t leave me. For you, I can do anything. Just tell me what you need.” Her throat burned as she swallowed the scream clawing to escape. She had to end this now before her resolve cracked. She yanked her hands out of his grasp, stepping back as if his touch burned her. Her lips curled into a sneer that she hoped looked convincing. “You don’t get it, do you?” she said, her voice cold. “This is over. I’ve made my choice.” He stared at her, his face a mixture of confusion and disbelief. His lips parted as if to argue, but no sound came out. She knew she had to drive the point home before he could recover. Sliding the engagement ring off her finger, she held it for just a second too long, the weight of it unbearable. She hurled it at his feet, the tiny band clinking against the ground with a finality that felt like a death knell. “Take your stupid ring,” she spat. “And don’t ever come near me again.” For a moment, all he did was stare at her, his eyes wide with hurt. Then his gaze fell to the ring lying discarded on the ground, the symbol of everything they’d built, now meaningless. His shoulders slumped, and when he looked back at her, his face was a mask of betrayal and heartbreak. “Why?” he asked softly, the word barely audible. "Are you leaving me to marry Bryce Tanner because he is a billionaire? Or am I suddenly not good enough because you are the CEO of Chard Corporation? Tell me, Elodie. I want to know." At this point, Bryce appeared in his wedding suit, his eyes taking in the scene before him as he asked Elodie, "What's going on here, baby?" Elodie decided to seize the opportunity, so Williams would be convinced. She clasped Bryce's hand with hers and said to Williams, "Isn't it obvious? Bryce is a million times the man you could never be. Yes, he can give me everything I want. He is a billionaire, and he is a real man as opposed to you, a pathetic, poor nobody who can never be anything more. What can you give me, Williams? A miserable life? I deserve better. I deserve someone I won't be ashamed of, someone I can proudly show off to the world, someone who fits my class and is not a burden to me." "Go ahead, baby, I'll be with you shortly," She told Bryce who kissed her cheek before walking away. Williams balled his fists and without another word, got up, turned and began to walk away. His steps were slow, heavy, as if each one required all his strength. He didn’t look back, and with every step, the air between them grew colder, more final. The moment he disappeared from view, Elodie’s knees buckled, and she crumpled to the ground. Her trembling hands reached for the ring where it lay, catching the faint glint of light. Clutching it tightly, she pressed it to her lips as tears poured down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, the words breaking apart as sobs wracked her body. “I’m so sorry, Williams.”The discharge papers crumpled in Elodie's grip as Williams carried her to the car, despite her protests that she could walk perfectly fine. The hospital's automatic doors had barely closed behind them when she felt the weight of his eyes on her, studying every breath, cataloging every micro-expression like she might shatter if he looked away. "I can feel you watching me," she said as he helped her into the passenger seat with the careful precision of someone handling live explosives. "Good." His jaw was set, that familiar storm brewing behind his dark eyes. "Because I'm not taking my eyes off you again. Ever." The drive home was silent except for the sound of Williams' fingers drumming against the steering wheel—a nervous habit she'd never seen before. At every red light, his hand found hers, squeezing like he was checking she was still real, still there. When they reached his apartment, Elodie finally understood why he'd been so quiet. The coffee table was buried under a moun
Williams leaned against the hood of his car outside Titan Tech, sun striking sharp reflections off the glass façade of the building. His arms were crossed, but his fingers drummed restlessly against his bicep. He had promised Elodie he’d wait, but promises had never felt this heavy. Every passing second gnawed at him. He replayed her smile before she walked in, the calm in her voice when she reassured him: “I’ll only be a little while. Just some words, then I’ll be back.” She had said it so easily, but Williams’ gut had screamed at him. His instincts rarely lied, and right now, they were clawing at him with unease. Then it happened. The glass doors of Titan Tech burst open. Employees spilled out in frantic waves, their voices rising in sharp, panicked tones. Williams’ pulse spiked. He straightened, searching the crowd. And then he saw Elodie. Two men half-carried her limp form out into the daylight. Her hair fell across her face, her arms dangled uselessly, her heels scraped
Elodie stepped through the revolving glass doors of Titan Tech, her heels clicking softly against the floor. The moment she entered, silence swept through the vast lobby like a wave. Conversations cut short, keyboards stopped clattering, phones slipped from distracted fingers. Every head turned toward her. For a breath, no one moved. They only stared—at her face, her body, the unmistakable sight of a woman who had been declared dead less than twenty-four hours ago. Then the whispers began. “Is that…?” “It can’t be…” “She’s alive?” Someone gasped loudly, and the sound cracked the stillness wide open. “Elodie!” a voice cried, and suddenly the lobby erupted. Employees spilled out from behind their desks, streaming toward her as though pulled by gravity. Elodie forced a calm smile, though her heart hammered in her chest. She nodded, reaching out to squeeze trembling hands, returning embraces she hadn’t expected. A young woman from accounting clung to her tightly, tears
Mandy walked slowly around her new office, her heels clicking on the polished floor. The space was big, modern, and beautifully designed. The walls gleamed with glass and steel, and the view outside stretched far across the city. For the first time in her life, she felt like she was finally standing where she had always dreamed of being. Her father had given her the office earlier that morning, calling it “the beginning of her reign.” She had smiled, soaking in every second. This was power. This was recognition. She had wanted this for so long. She sat down in the large leather chair behind her desk and began scrolling through her phone with a satisfied smile. But that smile froze when she saw a breaking news alert. “Bryce Tanner arrested for the kidnapping of Elodie Richards.” The words leapt out at her like fire. Her hands trembled, her breath catching in her throat. Kidnapping? Arrested? Her heart pounded as she whispered to herself, “No… no, this can’t be. Does this me
The air was cool when Williams guided Elodie through the wide front doors of his house. The familiar scent of polished oak and leather washed over her, warm and grounding after hours of choking fear. For a moment, she just stood there, drinking it in—the quiet hum of the security system, the faint crackle of the fireplace he must have left burning, the way the space seemed to breathe safety. Her throat tightened. “This,” she whispered, her voice raw but steady, “this is where I was happiest. I didn’t realize it until I was dragged away. But it’s here. With you. It’s all thanks to you, Williams.” He didn’t answer. He only pulled her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her like he was afraid she might dissolve into smoke if he let go. She smiled faintly against his chest, her cheek pressed to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. When he finally loosened his hold, Williams reached into his jacket and pressed something into her palm. “Here. This belongs to you.” Her brows
The house which smelled of smoke, sweat, and fear, was soon crawling with too many people . Williams pulled Elodie gently toward the waiting vehicles, shielding her from the flashes of police lights. Officers moved briskly around them, loading the arrested men into vans, documenting the scene with sharp efficiency. Yet through it all, Williams’ hand stayed firmly clasped around Elodie's as if letting go for even a second would risk losing her again. Exhaustion weighed Elodie down. Every muscle in her body ached from the chase, the struggle, and the fear. She leaned into Williams’ side without a word, and he caught her instantly, sliding an arm around her shoulders. “We’re going home,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. But when they reached the car, he paused. One look at her pale face, her trembling hands, and he knew she wasn’t ready for home yet. Instead, he gave the driver a new instruction: a hotel. Somewhere clean, quiet, and untouched by Bryce’s shadow. By th
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