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Lily POV The headlines were everywhere, and they were brutal. "FROM VICTIM TO VILLAIN?: Lily Morrison's Suspicious Rise to Power" "Did Abuse Survivor Manipulate Billionaire to Commit Fraud?" "Tony Stark's Latest Scandal: Corporate Fraud or Love Gone Wrong?" I sat in the penthouse living room, my laptop open, scrolling through article after article. Each one felt like a knife twisting in my chest. They were questioning everything, my abuse, my trauma, whether I'd manipulated the entire situation to steal Alex's company with Tony's help.

I throw my cushion at him, us both laughing proper belly laughing. I feel a bit lighter and more positive, I didn’t mention the scars that litter her skin. My Beta may be playful but when it comes to women and abuse he starts handing out his own kind of punishment. My aunt, his mother was abused by his father and it wasn’t until Trent got his wolf he attacked his father. Turns out the prick had been beating them all, his mum, sister and him.

he just couldn't say it. Gabbie faced him and looked him in the eyes. She saw a huge asking-for-forgiveness color in it. She then held his face and caressed it smoothly. "To be honest," Gabbie started. "my mother was taken advantage of by some guy when she was in her early years. I saw how she suffered dealing with that, she was traumatized. So I came to loathe anyone who takes advantage of the weak. That's why I couldn't come out that day...I was..," "I know, I know, I'm so ashamed of myself right now." Hearing Gabbie opening up the topic, he felt more ashamed to be someone not being honest with her.

I was introduced to abuse at my young age, all I wanted was to end my pathetic life but I was caught every time by Jarod and I was punished severally for wanting to kill myself, Jarod would always tell me that I belonged to him alone. I finally stopped trying to do that, since all my attempts seemed to fail and I would end up getting more punished. I decided to live my life just the way it was, and was held by one hope, maybe, just maybe I could change Jarod. Maybe he could learn to love me. I was a little bit surprised he had not noticed that I was his mate, and I kept it from him. He was not interested in me, so how could he have noticed and smelled that I was his mate? All he wanted from

Christ. Titania hadn't lied when she told me he abused her, but I already knew that. He molested her sexually, tied her up, and used whips and belts to torture her while he fucked her. Knew that too. But what I didn't expect, was to find out that Adrian ran a child porn website, and recorded each and every experience he had with any minor girl. Every single sick, jarring moment.

"No. You're the best, Ava. They're the evil ones, and I'm going to make them pay." Turning around, I fixed my sharp, menacing gaze on Georgina. "What right did you have to cut Ava's skirt and strip off her leggings? "This is abuse and a crime!" Georgina smoothed her hair and shot me a look of disdain. "I was correcting her bad behavior. School rules forbid inappropriate clothing, and since she wouldn't listen, I helped her trim it. "As for the leggings, they were so tight, so what if they hurt her? I was just doing her a favor.

Even as he said it, he heard how pathetic it sounded, how brainwashed. Emily stared at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of pity and frustration. "Leo, listen to yourself! Of course you felt better! He's a brilliant psychologist! He knew exactly what buttons to push. He gave you just enough relief to keep you hooked, to make you dependent on him. That's what abusers do! They create the problem and then present themselves as the only solution."

Creating negative associations so he’d cry when I touched him. I ripped off my headphones, ran to the bathroom, and vomited. Ethan appeared in the doorway. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you listen—” “No.” I wiped my mouth, stood on shaking legs. “You were right. I needed to hear it.” I looked at him. “Ethan, what Vivian did to you, that’s abuse. That’s child abuse. And the fact that she bragged about it—” “I know.” “No, I don’t think you do.” I moved toward him. “What she did was criminal. Deliberately hurting a baby to manipulate a custody situation. That’s not just wrong. That’s prosecutable.”

“I was a monster for three years. I couldn't think. Could feel nothing but hunger and rage. She laid her hands on me and I was restored to feelings. That's not terrorism. That's salvation." The Lunas came next. Abuse after abuse under the old system. Mates that claimed them as property. Packs that used them strictly for breeding. Laws that provide hardly a voice, much less any choice. They made many in the crowd weep. I saw wolves crying. Saw others nodding in recognition. “But there were no conservative Alphas that changed their minds. Viktor constantly butted in, complaining about irrelevant emotional manipulation.”

I got up on my feet and dusted my dress, Let’s go be a boy. Author's note: Ava got grounded, fat-shamed, trauma-dumped, ignored, and STILL managed to steal chicken and Wi-Fi in the same chapter 😭🍗💻. And now she’s about to become a whole boy just to play hockey. I’m not writing a novel anymore; I’m babysitting a certified menace