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Chapter Eight

Author: Grace Merit
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-15 02:11:28

Ben’s POV.

The Morgan Gallery was too bright, too cheerful. Jennifer’s laughter, a sound I’d rarely heard, echoed off the polished concrete floors like a discordant bell. She was glowing, floating on a cloud of expensive silk and newfound happiness. A "remarkable man," she’d said. A man who gave her things, who took her to places with no menus.

It made me sick.

Not because I disliked her. The opposite, actually. Over the past year, playing the part of her loyal, gruff protector, I’d started to
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  • VENGEANCE AS CRUEL AS HIS LOVE   Chapter Eighty Two

    Jennifer's POVI watched Everett tug at Elena’s tiny hand, curiosity sparkling in their bright eyes. Both were dressed in crisp little whites, perfectly matching and bouncing with excitement.“Mama, where are we going today?” Everett asked, his voice soft but full of eagerness.I smiled, feeling a warmth settle in my chest, the kind that only comes from pure, unshakable joy.“Do you remember the stories I used to tell you about Aunty Peculiar?” I asked, my voice gentle, almost trembling with emotion.Their heads bobbed in unison, eyes wide. “The one who saved you and enabled you to bring us to life?” Elena squeaked.“Yes,” I said, smoothing their hair.“The very same. Today, we’re going to see her. She took a bullet for us. She gave everything so we could have life, and now, it’s time for us to thank her properly.”Croft crouched beside them, smiling softly as he held my hand. “Everett, Elena, today is about love, gratitude, and family,” he said, his voice deep but gentle. “We honor s

  • VENGEANCE AS CRUEL AS HIS LOVE   Chapter Eighty One

    Jennifer's POVImmediately, Croft drove us into the hospital. Nurses rushed forward with a stretcher, and I was gently lifted onto it. My body ached, every movement sending sharp pangs through me. I lay back on the hospital bed, gripping the edges tightly, each contraction crashing over me like a relentless tidal wave. Between the waves of pain, I prayed silently, pleading with God to let us welcome these blessings safely into the world, whole and healthy.Croft held my hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against my palm, murmuring encouragement between my gritted teeth.“Breathe, Jennifer! Deep and slow, you’ve got this!” he urged, his voice steady, grounding me amidst the storm of pain.The contractions came faster now, unbearable, each one squeezing every ounce of strength from me. My breaths came in ragged gasps, the urge to push growing stronger with every wave of agony. The doctor leaned close, instructing with calm authority,“One more push, Jennifer! Focus all your energy

  • VENGEANCE AS CRUEL AS HIS LOVE   Chapter Eighty

    Jennifer POVI stood before the huge mirror in the west wing of the Croft mansion, one palm resting beneath my swollen belly while the other moved in slow, absent circles across my skin. My stomach was round now, heavy with life, promises, and everything I once believed I would never have again.The mirror reflected a woman I barely recognized. Not because I had changed into someone else, but because I had survived becoming myself.The journey here had not been gentle. I remembered the nights I cried myself to sleep, questioning my worth after betrayal clawed through my trust. I remembered the sharp sting of lies whispered with smiling lips, the way friendship had been weaponized against me.I looked up, and my eyes pictured our huge wedding frame that Croft hung in our room. A soft smile spread across my face. “Look at us,” I whispered, “After everything, we made it here: love, laughter, and our little miracles.”Lucy’s face came to mind as I remembered how my wedding gown five years

  • VENGEANCE AS CRUEL AS HIS LOVE   Chapter Seventy Nine

    Jennifer POVThe pain came in waves, crushing waves that made my head feel too heavy for my neck. I couldn’t turn it. I couldn’t even lift my hand without a sharp ache and I still couldn't see clearly. My vision blurred, then steadied, then blurred again. The steady beep beside me felt louder than it should have been and increased the pain I felt in my head.Tears slid down my face into my hair. I wasn’t even sobbing, just crying quietly and helplessly because my body refused to cooperate.My skull throbbed as if someone had wrapped it in iron bands and kept tightening them. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the darkness would help, but it didn’t. It only made the pain louder.I felt weak, empty, and frustrated. As if everything I had been holding together for months had finally collapsed inside me.My chest tightened with fear, not of pain but of blacking out again.Then suddenly, I heard noise. Fast footsteps. A door opening too fast. A familiar voice that didn’t bother lowering itsel

  • VENGEANCE AS CRUEL AS HIS LOVE   Chapter Seventy Eight

    Croft POVI sat stiffly in the waiting room, my hands clenched around the armrests of the leather chair, my mind running over every detail from the chaos earlier. Jennifer had rattled me more than I expected, but I refused to let it show. My gaze flicked across the sterile walls, the hum of fluorescent lights above doing little to calm the storm in my chest.Lucy’s confessions kept replaying, each word gnawing at me, twisting my thoughts into knots. How could someone Jennifer once trusted so completely betray her in such a calculated way? And yet, nobody observed. Despite the little drama she played in my house, it wasn't enough for me to conclude that she was evil. She orchestrated everything perfectly. The audacity and manipulation were fascinating in their darkness.My mind wandered between anger, disbelief, and an odd, unsettling curiosity about how deep her schemes truly ran.I barely noticed the passing of time until the doctor, whom I had met only briefly while rushing Jennifer

  • VENGEANCE AS CRUEL AS HIS LOVE   Chapter Seventy Seven

    Stanley POV I was led into a dark room, the single overhead light flickering faintly, casting jagged shadows across the walls. I sat rigid in the cold metal chair, hands cuffed, every muscle tense. The air smelled of urine and dust, a scent I’d grown to hate over the years.The door creaked, and an officer stepped in. He pulled up a chair opposite me and sat down with deliberate patience, the quiet stretching between us like a taut wire.“Stanley Morgan,” he began, “we’ve got a lot to discuss, but first, let me introduce myself. Officer Mark. Let’s start simple. One at a time.“So,” the officer continued, “why were you in that hotel room? And what was that hidden spot you were in?”I leaned back in my chair, the chain of the cuffs clinking slightly, and smirked. “Why do you care? Maybe I just like hotels… privacy. Or maybe I enjoy being untouchable. You tell me, detective. Does it matter?”The officer’s lips curved into a half-smile, unbothered. “I like your confidence. But we need f

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