It Ends With Us Based On True Story Novels & Stories

The fake heiress was dead. My biological parents believed I was responsible. Together, they reported me to the authorities and demanded that my memories be extracted. After watching my memories, everyone broke down in tears. But I smiled. This was exactly what I wanted. To become the perfect victim.

Final Entry* Elma writes in the small notebook she started at 16. `Year 36.` `He is 73. We are 14,600.` `He has nothing. We have everything he tried to take.` `We won by not becoming him.` `The end.` She closes it. --- *AFTERWORD* This was never about him. It was about 2 deaths at 47. And 14,600 lives that came after. Justice was served. The company was saved.

We decided to relocate as a family. I did not tell anyone in advance. I simply sent a message to a few close friends on the weekend before we left to say goodbye. Sally was the last to find out. I had no idea how he heard, but on the day we left, he chased our car for what felt like forever. I sat in the passenger seat, watching the rearview mirror in silence. I watched him run with everything he had. He reached out his hand, his mouth forming words I could barely make out. I watched the tears streaming down his face, his skin white as paper.

I had dragged her to the bonfire and drank with her until dawn, saying my wish had finally come true. Now, so soon after, I was preparing to vanish completely. "Are you serious?" she asked, her face full of worry. "I thought you were just speaking out of anger when you said you were canceling the ceremony. You chased him for twenty years. Now you’re suddenly letting go. What happened?" I told Lyndra everything that had occurred over the past month: the marking, the pup. Lyndra kicked at Raelor’s portrait with force. "Ungrateful dirtbag!

His hands didn't even pause as he continued rummaging through the trash. The smell of rotting waste made Addison gag, but she forced herself to keep going. "My family is rich. Whatever amount you want, we can pay. Just name your price." Finally, he stopped. His voice was low and hoarse. "My Joanna is dead." Addison softened her tone. "I'm sorry about what happened to her. Really, I am. But... she was sick. Pancreatic cancer—even without the accident, she didn't have much time left. I was just helping her end her suffering a little sooner. Come to think of it, I helped her."

Nothing" Bianca responded but her eyes never left her screen. She was staring at a picture of a man, obviously famous young CEO of the Miller Empire who single handedly raised his family name higher than what it was and made the Millers as famous and valued as the MCKENZIE's and the HILTON'S. "Ah? You said nothing but you keep staring" Monica grumbled as she leaned in to see but Bianca was quick to turn of the phone. "I said it's nothing, okay?" Bianca barked, cutting Monica by surprise leaving her stun.

Just thinking about it made my stomach turn, and it was like those memories were laughing in my face, calling me naive and clueless. I could not shake the question: was it all worth it? Five years back, I went against my mentor, Tracy Gilbert, and my parents. I stayed put in Jubilee City, ditched a sweet gig at the aerospace research institute, and married Charles. I was all in on helping him build up the Lawrence family biz. What did I get in return? I was the last to know I was the fool in the room. If I had not stumbled on the truth today, how much longer would Charles have kept up the charade?

She asked and the kids started laughing. They took the family photo which will be the last they take in this country as they were leaving the next day to go start afresh where Jackson would not live as a mafia anymore but as a CEO, a father and a husband. He decided to drop his past here and be a different person where he's moving to. They lived happily ever after. The End

Jacket discarded, my wound patched. The city outside my windows finally still. I stood in my living room, shirtless, staring at the skyline and waiting for the sense of threat to subside. It never really did. I poured a glass of whiskey and drank it in one motion, then sat at my desk and opened the laptop. That was when I saw her email, timestamped 03:51. If you’re ending treatment, we need one final session to close properly. I stared at the screen longer than necessary.

And for the first time in a long time—I believed him. Later That Night The news flashed across the screens in airports, phones, and living rooms worldwide. BREAKING: Greenwood Stones Officially Detained – Sources Reveal Billionaire Fled Milan Amidst Drug Trafficking. The Rise and Fall of a Billionaire Empire I looked down at my Wedding ring. Then up at Alexander. And I smiled. Not because everything was perfect. But because we were finally free. THE END “My Billionaire Redemption”