His Cruel Billionaire Revenge Killed Me,Now He’ll Burn for the TruthChapter 1
After my family went bankrupt, I was sent to the bed of Capital City's newest power player.
He locked me in his room for two weeks. Two weeks of him taking what he wanted, whenever he wanted.
Until I got pregnant.
The day after the doctor confirmed it, he drove my parents to the rooftop.
I knelt at his feet, forehead striking the floor again and again, begging him—for the baby's sake—to let them live.
He looked down at me like I was filth.
"Eight years ago, if your mother hadn't seduced my father, my mother wouldn't have lost control and killed him." His voice was ice. "She wouldn't have stood on that eighteenth-floor ledge in despair. She was pregnant, did you know that?"
His gaze dropped to my stomach. The cold in his eyes could have frozen blood.
"Now it's just one life for another."
I broke after that. He had me declared mentally unstable and locked away in the psychiatric hospital. Every day was a new kind of torture.
Until his precious little canary got pregnant. Then he had me brought back.
"Rebecca Fox used to be your family's housekeeper's daughter," Mason Blackwell said. "Now she's carrying my child. It's your turn to serve her."
This time, I didn't cry. I didn't scream.
Because I was already dying.
But after I actually died? That man who hated me to the bone—he wept and begged me to come back to him.
——
I wiped the blood from my lips and had just swallowed my painkillers when the door exploded inward.
Mason seized my wrist, his expression glacial.
"Chloe Harding." Each syllable was a blade. "You knew Rebecca is allergic to flowers. And you still filled the living room with them?"
His grip tightened until my bones ground together.
"Don't think that because I spared your life, I still have feelings for you. If you try anything against Rebecca—" His voice dropped to something lethal. "I will end you."
Before I could speak, he forced a handful of soybeans into my mouth.
"You wanted to trigger her allergies?" A cruel smile. "Let's see how you like it first."
The beans lodged in my throat. I choked, coughing violently.
Mason's brow furrowed. His hand moved toward the water glass—
Then stopped.
Instead, he slammed his palm against my back. The force sent me crashing into the table. Something in my ribs cracked.