All Chapters of Killed By My Husband But Reborn A Supermodel: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I barely slept the night before the shoot. My meeting with Kieran Vaughn at the warehouse kept replaying in my mind, mixed with anxiety about the morning ahead.The meeting had been strange and terrifying. Kieran had studied me like I was a puzzle he needed to solve. I had told him I needed his help getting close to someone for business reasons. I had not mentioned Lucas by name or told him the full truth. Not yet.Kieran had not agreed to help. But he had not refused either. He told me he would think about it. That he would contact me if he decided I was worth his time.Now I had to prove I could function as Raven Craslow. Starting with this photoshoot.My alarm went off at four thirty in the morning. I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. I washed my hair with expensive products I found in Raven's bathroom. I had no idea what half of them were for, but I used them anyway.I stood in front of the mirror and stared at my face. Raven's face. I still was not used to it. The gr

The nightmares started that night.I fell asleep around midnight, exhausted from the emotional weight of seeing Lucas and Alice together. My body was tired but my mind would not stop replaying the image of Alice wearing my necklace.Sleep came eventually. But it did not bring rest.I was back in the hospital room. My hospital room. The one where I had given birth to Ethan.I could smell the antiseptic. Feel the scratchy hospital gown against my skin. Hear the beeping of monitors.Ethan slept in his bassinet beside me. His tiny chest rising and falling. So perfect. So innocent.Then the door opened.Alice walked in wearing her white coat and that cold smile. She held the syringe filled with clear liquid."Hello, Rachel," she said. "Time to say goodbye."I tried to scream but no sound came out. I tried to move but my body was frozen.Alice injected the poison into my IV. I watched the clear liquid flow into the tube, into my arm, into my bloodstream.The cold started immediately. Spread

I spent hours going through the documents from Raven's safe.The contracts were complicated. Legal language that twisted around itself. But I understood enough to that Raven had signed agreements with several powerful people. Agreements that bound her to silence about things she had seen and heard.The photos told a darker story. Affairs. Secret meetings. Handshakes between people who publicly claimed to be enemies. Raven had been collecting evidence of powerful people behaving badly.But why? Was she planning to use it for blackmail? Or was she gathering it for someone else?I was still studying the documents when the burner phone rang.The sound made me jump. I had put the phone on the desk beside me, not expecting it to ring again so soon.I stared at it for three rings. Then I answered."Raven." The same deep voice from before. "We need to meet. Tonight. Midnight.""Who are you?" I asked, finding my voice this time."You know who I am. Stop playing games.""I am not playing games.

The Vaughn estate was even more impressive than I had imagined.The taxi dropped me at massive iron gates guarded by men in dark suits. They checked my name against a list and waved me through. The driveway wound through manicured gardens for nearly a mile before the house came into view.House was not the right word. It was a mansion. A fortress of stone and glass that looked like it belonged in a European countryside, not on the outskirts of an American city.I smoothed my dress as I climbed the front steps. I had chosen carefully from Raven's closet. Something elegant but not flashy. Something that said I belonged here without trying too hard.A butler opened the door before I could knock."Miss Craslow. Mr. Vaughn is expecting you. This way please."He led me through a grand foyer with marble floors and crystal chandeliers. Past rooms filled with expensive furniture and artwork. Through a library lined with leather-bound books.Finally, we reached a dining room with a table set fo

The invitation came three days before the charity gala.Kieran called in the evening while I was practicing conversation deflections with Jade. His voice was formal, almost cold."My father wants to meet you before we proceed. Dinner tomorrow night at the estate. Eight o'clock sharp.""Your father?""Marcus Vaughn does not allow anyone into family business without his approval. You want access to Lucas Hart through me. That means you need my father's blessing first."I felt a chill run down my spine. Marcus Vaughn. The patriarch of the Vaughn empire. A man whose name made powerful people nervous."I will be there," I said."Wear something conservative. My father does not appreciate flash." Kieran paused. "And Raven? Be careful what you say. My father sees through lies like they are glass. If you are hiding something, he will know."He hung up before I could respond.I spent the next day preparing. Philippe helped me choose a dress. Navy blue, elegant, modest. No jewelry except small p