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Chapter 31

ABIGAIL'S POVI was so tired as Alexander dragged me toward the far end of the courtyard. My heartbeat was a relentless drum inside my chest. The mansion alarms continued blaring behind us, each shrill wail echoing off the stone walls like a warning we couldn’t outrun.“Almost there,” Alexander whispered, breathless and pained.I squeezed his hand, terrified at how cold it felt. He was still bleeding. He was still limping. And yet, he was the one holding me upright when he was the one who should have been resting in a hospital bed.He led me toward the covered walkway that connected the service wing to the staff parking lot. Part of it was under construction, the floor scattered with broken tiles and wooden planks. He stepped over debris carefully, pulling me along.A harsh wind picked up, slapping my hair across my face. I pushed the strands away, my eyes burning.“Alexander, slow down, your ribs…”“I’m fine,” he muttered, wincing. “Just… keep moving.”He wasn’t fine. Not even close,

Chapter 32

ABIGAIL'S POVDarkness swallowed me first. It gnawed, pulling me downward, and for a moment I was weightless, floating through some empty void where my breath didn’t seem to exist and my body wasn’t mine.Then something snapped. A sound. A scream. Mine? And suddenly everything rushed in.I opened my eyes and I was standing in a room I recognized but didn’t remember. A wedding hall.Gold drapes fell in shimmering waves. People cheered. A piano played softly. And there I was, dressed in a white gown, hands trembling as I stood beside Alexander, whose jaw was tight, whose eyes looked more hollow than loving.I watched it like a ghost trapped inside a memory I couldn’t escape.“Smile,” someone behind me whispered in the memory. “You must smile, Abigail.”I turned toward the voice and saw Georgina.Her hand was on my back, her nails digging in lightly. To anyone else it looked affectionate. But the pressure was a threat disguised as support.I forced a smile.Alexander looked at me like I

Chapter 33

ABIGAIL'S POVFor a long moment, Alexander was just stood completely, utterly still as if every bone in his body locked at once. His eyes stayed glued to mine, wide and dark, and I felt something shift in the air between us, something heavy enough to make my lungs tighten. I could tell he wasn’t breathing. I wasn’t either. It was as though the world had paused in anticipation of what I was about to say next, like even the walls of the hospital room leaned in to listen.And I told him everything.I wasn't calm about it, I just let It poured out of me like a dam breaking. My chest trembled as I recounted every piece of the life I had fought so hard to remember. Every sickening detail. Every shadow I had walked through blindly.I told him about the abuse, the nights I had cried alone, the words that had refused to leave me because they are now scars in my heart. I told him about the setup, about the threats I received from the ones that were supposed to be family. And then, with a trembl

Chapter 34

ABIGAIL'S POV I sat in the lawyer’s office, my fingers trembling as I held the papers that could change everything. My heart pounded not with fear, but with a cold, simmering satisfaction. The contract Richardson had shown me was real, yes, but the signatures were forged. Every line, every clause, screamed deceit. Alexander sat beside me, his hands clenched into fists on his knees. His eyes were fixed on mine, full of that unwavering concern that always made me grit my teeth. Even now, as I contemplated revenge, part of me still felt that ache in my chest whenever I looked at him. But this time, that feeling was a tool I could use, Just as he had used me all my life for three years, It was definitely my turn.“I’ve confirmed it,” I said, my voice steady, though my pulse raced. “The contract is real, but the signatures were forged. This is our chance to expose Richardson, publicly. And Georgina too.” I paused, letting the weight of the words settle over us. “I want everything they’ve

Chapter 35

ALEXANDER'S POV “Abigail!” I lunged forward, pushing through the burst of flames that erupted along the roof beam. The heat slammed against my skin, but adrenaline drowned out every warning my body sent. I reached her just as the burning wood crashed at her feet. The smoke curled around us in thick, suffocating spirals, making her cough violently.“I’ve got you Abigail, look at me!” I shouted, my voice hoarse. She was coughing, tears streaking through the soot smeared across her cheeks. I cupped her face briefly just enough to ground her, before hooking my arm beneath her legs and lifting her against my chest.Her fingers clung to my shirt with a desperation that made something sharp twist in my chest. She buried her face against me, trembling violently.The flames roared louder as if enraged I had dared to take her. The room was collapsing faster than I anticipated. I tightened my hold on her and sprinted out of the bedroom, my lungs burning as if they were being scraped raw from th

Chapter 36

ALEXANDER'S POV The moment I saw the blood pooling beneath her head, my entire body seemed to stop working. For a second, I just stood there, frozen, staring at the woman lying lifelessly on my office floor. Her hair was spread around her like a dark halo, and the ugly gash across her temple glistened with fresh blood. I felt the air leave my lungs, sharp and violent, as the realization slammed into me all at once.She wasn’t breathing. She wasn’t moving.“No, damn it, no,” I whispered, dropping to my knees beside her. My hands trembled as I reached for her shoulders, shaking her lightly. “Hey wake up. Hey. Can you hear me?”Nothing. Her body remained limp, heavy, disturbingly still.Panic surged up like fire burning through my veins. I pressed my fingers to her neck, desperately searching for a pulse but her skin felt like warm clay beneath my touch. No movement, no rhythm, nothing that gave me a reason to breathe.Everything inside me exploded at once. Fear. Confusion. Disbelief. R

Chapter 37

ABIGAIL'S POVEver since my memory snapped back into place, the walls of this house have felt like they were closing in on me. Every step echoes with the ghosts of what these people put me through. Every polite smile feels like a knife clothed in silk. And every time Georgina passes me in the hallway, my skin crawls like I’m brushing against a ghost I once tried desperately to forget.It’s been hell. Silent, suffocating, well-decorated hell.I try to distract myself, to pretend that the weight pressing on my chest isn’t real, but the moment my phone rings, that illusion shatters. I stare at the unknown number for a breath too long, then answer.“Is it done?” I whisper, my throat tight.“Yes,” the person on the other end replies. Calm. Crisp. Prepared. “Everything is in place.”A slow, steady exhale escapes me. My fingers tremble, though not out of fear—out of anticipation. “Good,” I murmur. “I’ll handle the rest.”The line goes dead.I drop the phone onto the couch cushion beside me,

Chapter 38

ABIGAIL'S POV I did not wake up to sunlight.There was no gentle warmth spilling across my skin, no soft glow brushing against my eyelids the way morning usually announced itself. What woke me instead was movement—an unnatural stirring of air that made the hairs on my arms rise even before my eyes opened.When I did open them, it wasn’t the ceiling I saw.It was Joselyn.She stood by my window, her back to me, fingers gripping the heavy curtains as she adjusted them with deliberate slowness, letting just enough light seep into the room to announce her presence. The audacity of it stole the air from my lungs. For a moment, I simply stared, convinced my half-asleep mind was playing tricks on me.Then she turned slightly, and I saw the smug curve of her lips reflected in the glass.I shot upright.“What the hell are you doing in my room?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t bother correcting it.Joselyn didn’t flinch. She didn’t even look startled. She turned calmly,

Chapter 39

ABIGAIL'S POV I sat on the edge of Richardson’s enormous bed, the cool silk sheets crumpled beneath me as I pulled the contract closer, studying it once again. Every clause, every subclause, every tiny stipulation glared back at me like a jailer. My eyes traced the fine print over and over until the letters blurred into a swirl of oppression.Termination before the year required mutual consent. Public justification. A penalty that could obliterate me financially and legally. My chest tightened. Even reading it now, I felt trapped. Not just trapped in a marriage, but trapped in a carefully constructed labyrinth of Richardson’s making.I closed my eyes and inhaled, trying to quell the panic rising inside. I had regained my memory. I had the awareness of what he could do, and the terrifying certainty of how far he would go.I left his room quietly, careful not to make a sound on the polished floor. I returned to my room, closed the door, and leaned against it, letting my shoulder rest a

Chapter 40

RIHARDSON'S POV The glass trembled in my hand, liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim, but I didn’t care. The burn of whiskey was the only thing that felt real, the only thing that cut through the numbness that had been settling over me like a suffocating fog. I sat slouched against the leather chair in my study, the dim light casting jagged shadows across the walls, my mind spinning in a thousand directions and yet nowhere at all.I couldn’t tell anyone, not my men, not my associates, not even Joselyn about the chaos clawing at my empire. The thought alone tightened a cold fist around my chest. As the Mafia lord, as the man everyone feared, I wasn’t allowed to falter. Not publicly. And yet here I was, every day, inching closer to a breaking point I couldn’t articulate, couldn’t share.Abigail. The thought of her, of her steady presence in this storm, made the glass in my hand tremble even more. Even in the haze of alcohol, even with the world threatening to crumble around me,

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