Chapter 4
The Willoughby estate was silent at this hour, but the weight of betrayal roared in my ears. Sitting in my darkened bedroom, I watched the security footage on my laptop, my hands clenched into fists. The screen flickered, and there they were–Benjamin and Leticia.
His hand traced down her body like it belonged there. Her lips curled in pleasure, pressing against his throat as he pinned her against his desk–the very desk where he once promised me the world.
1 played the clip again. And again.
Until the pain dulled. Until the rage settled into something colder.
Leticia’s voice was a taunt in the night: “She didn’t give you that thrill tonight, did she?”
And Benjamin’s response–low, rough, filled with deceit–shattered the last remnants of my loyalty to him.
“She was never meant for this world,”
I exhaled slowly, forcing my pulse to steady.
So that was it, then. The man who once vowed to protect me had never truly seen me as his equal. I had been nothing more than a business deal. A conquest. A name to legitimize his empire.
He thought he could own me. He thought I was weak. A slow, bitter smile curled my lips. He was about to learn just how wrong he was.
The next morning, I walked into Benjamin’s study like I still belonged there. I placed a sleek black box on his desk–my wedding ring inside.
The air in the room carried his scent, rich with power and control, but beneath it, there was something sickly sweet. Leticia.
Disgust curled in my stomach.
I turned to his bookshelf and ran my fingers along the spines of old books, pretending to admire them. In reality, I was memorizing the layout of his hidden safes, the security panel, the exits. My freedom depended on knowing every weakness of this house.
The door opened behind me.
“Nevaeh.”
His voice was smooth, controlled, as if he hadn’t just spent the night between another woman’s thighs.
I didn’t turn. “Benjamin.”
His footsteps were slow, deliberate. “What are you doing?”
I plucked a book from the shelf, flipping through its pages. “Just looking something.”
His gaze darkened as he took in the black box on his desk. He reached for it, his
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His footsteps were slow, deliberate “What are you doing?
1 plucked a book from the shelf, flipping through its pages her looking something
His gaze darkened as he took in the black box on his desk. He reached for its
movements precise, almost calculated. When he flipped open the lid and saw what was inside, his entire frame tensed
“Nevaeh”
His voice was quieter this time
I finally turned to face him, my expression unreadable. It’s over
He stared at me, expression unreadable. “No, it’s not
I tilted my head, watching him. “I found the security footage.”
For the first time in years, I saw something flicker across his face–a encontre wasn’t indifference or control. It was amusement.
And then he laughed. A slow, deep chuckle that sent a warning through my veins.
I didn’t react. I simply watched.
“You think this changes anything?” he murmured, stepping closer. His cologne mapped around me, intoxicating and lethal. “You think you can just walk away?”
My nails bit into my palms, but I kept my voice steady. “That’s exactly what I’m doing”
He leaned down, his mouth dangerously close to my ear. “Nevaeh,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “You don’t leave me. You don’t leave the Willoughby empire.
A slow smirk lifted my lips. “Watch me.”
1 turned and strode for the door, but before I could reach it, his hand slammed against the wood, caging me in.
His voice was silk wrapped in steel. “You walk out that door, you don’t survive the night”
I met his gaze, my pulse a steady rhythm of defiance. “Then I guess we’ll see who dies
first.”
His jaw ticked.
For the first time, he saw it–the shift. The version of me he had never accounted for
The Nevaeh who was no longer his. The Nevaeh who was going to burn his empire to the ground.
And nothing, not even Benjamin Willoughby, was going to stop me.
Chapter 5
The world had always been cruel to me, but this… this was the fina
