Chapter 5
The world had always been cruel to me, but this… this was the final betrayal. I had spent years shaping myself into the perfect wife, the perfect queen beside Benjamin Willoughby. But in the end, he had never seen me as his equal. He had only seen me as something to possess, to control.
Not anymore.
As I sat in the dim glow of my laptop screen, my heart pounded against my ribs. An unopened email stared back at me, the sender’s name hitting me like a bullet.
Evander Romano.
The name I had whispered in my prayers. The name I had mourned for years.
My breath hitched as I clicked it open.
> You’re looking for me, Violet? <
The room spun.
Violet. My birth name. A name I hadn’t heard since the night my family was torn apart. Since I was forced to become Nevaeh Willoughby, the obedient wife of a man who saw me as nothing more than a pawn.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard, doubt clashing with desperate hope. What if this was a trick? What if Benjamin had planted this, knowing I was slipping from his grasp? My breathing turned shallow. No–I couldn’t risk silence. If this was real, if Evander was truly alive, I had to know.
I typed with shaking hands.
Nevaeh: Prove it to me.
The response came quickly. Too quickly.
> Your favorite hiding spot as a child was the abandoned church behind the estate. You broke your arm falling from the bell tower, and I was the one who carried you home. I told Father I pushed you so he wouldn’t punish you.
I gasped. No one else could have known that.
My vision blurred. It’s really him.
My hands trembled as I dialed the number he had given me. The moment he picked up, my world shifted.
“Nevaeh?”
His voice was deep, familiar. A ghost from my past given life again.
“Evander?” My whisper was raw.
A beat of silence. Then, “It’s me, little sister.”
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Nevaeh: Prove it to me.
The response came quickly. Too quickly.
> Your favorite hiding spot as a child was the abandoned church behind the estate. You broke your arm falling from the bell tower, and I was the one who carried you home. I told Father I pushed you so he wouldn’t punish you.
I gasped. No one else could have known that.
My vision blurred. It’s really him.
My hands trembled as I dialed the number he had given me. The moment he picked up, my world shifted.
“Nevaeh?”
His voice was deep, familiar. A ghost from my past given life again.
“Evander?” My whisper was raw.
A beat of silence. Then, “It’s me, little sister.”
Tears spilled over before I could stop them. “How? They told me you were dead!”
“It’s a long story,” he said darkly. “One I’ll explain once you’re safe. Are you in danger?”
I sucked in a breath. He could still read me as if no time had passed.
“Yes,” I admitted. “I need out. Now.”
There was no hesitation in his reply.
“I’m sending someone to extract you. Julian Cross. He’s one of mine–trust him.”
I nodded, wiping my tears. “Where are you taking me?”
“To the only place Benjamin Willoughby can’t touch you.”
That night, I stood outside the Willoughby estate one last time.
Julian Cross leaned against a sleek black car, his arms crossed over his chest. The sharp angles of his face were framed by the glow of a streetlight, his expression unreadable.
“You ready?” His voice was low, steady.
I exhaled. “Yes.”
Without another word, he opened the car door.
I hesitated. Glancing back at the mansion, I felt a hollow pang in my chest. Not for Benjamin, but for the version of myself I was leaving behind.
Then I stepped inside.
Julian shut the door, slid into the driver’s seat, and pulled onto the road.
“Your brother made it clear you’re important,” he said after a few minutes of silence. “So
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Without another word, he opened the car door.
I hesitated. Glancing back at the mansion, I felt a hollow pang in my chest. Not for Benjamin, but for the version of myself I was leaving behind.
Then I stepped inside.
Julian shut the door, slid into the driver’s seat, and pulled onto the road.
“Your brother made it clear you’re important,” he said after a few minutes of silence. “So let’s get one thing straight–if you run, if you make this harder than it needs to be, I will drag you kicking and screaming to safety.”
I smirked slightly. “Duly noted.”
His lips twitched, but he didn’t respond.
***
Thirty minutes later, the explosion rocked the city.
I watched from the passenger seat as flames engulfed the empty car I had been meant to
be in.
Julian had been thorough–my blood was smeared on the seats, my broken bracelet placed near the wreckage.
The authorities would find no body. Only the charred remains of Nevaeh Willoughby.
I felt nothing.
Not when the fire consumed the past. Not when the smoke coiled into the sky like a final farewell.
I turned to Julian. “Where to now?”
His gaze flicked toward me, assessing. “Midnight Syndicate territory. Your brother is waiting.”
I leaned back in my seat, my pulse steady.
Nevaeh Willoughby was dead.
Violet Romano had just been reborn.
BENJAMIN’S POV
The Willoughby estate was too damn quiet. Not the peaceful kind–no, this was something else. A silence that crawled under my skin, warning me.
I sat in my study, whiskey in hand, staring at the city skyline. The glow from the fireplace flickered against the glass, casting shadows across the room. My fingers tapped against the crystal, slow and deliberate, the only sound breaking the silence.
Something was off. I could feel it.
Then my phone rang.
I answered. “Talk.”
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flickered against the glass, casting shadows across the room. My fingers tapped against the crystal, slow and deliberate, the only sound breaking the silence.
Something was off. I could feel it.
Then my phone rang.
I answered. “Talk.”
“There’s been an explosion.”
My grip tightened. “Where?”
“A car. Just outside the city.” A pause. “It was registered to Mrs. Willoughby.”
The world narrowed into a single point. No.
I forced my voice to stay even. “Repeat that.”
Another pause, longer this time. Then, quieter–like Dominic knew this was the last thing I wanted to hear.
“Nevaeh’s gone.”
The glass shattered in my hand. Whiskey mixed with blood, but I barely felt the sting. The only thing I felt was the cold. Deep. Paralyzing.
Gone?
That wasn’t possible.
My jaw clenched, my voice lowering into something lethal. “Where’s the body?”
Dominic hesitated. “There’s… not much left.”
I pushed to my feet, the chair scraping against the floor.
If they were calling me with this, it meant they’d seen the wreckage themselves. This wasn’t speculation. This was real.
I strode out of my study, the air shifting the moment I stepped into the hall. A dark, heavy energy wrapped around me, crackling with something close to fury. My men straightened as I passed, their eyes flicking to the storm they knew was coming.
I wasn’t just a businessman. I was a threat.
And whoever did this was about to fucking learn what it meant to cross me.
The crime scene was still burning when I arrived.
The stench of burning metal and gasoline filled the air, thick and suffocating. Flames still
flickered in the wreckage, casting an eerie glow over the twisted remains of the car.
I stepped out of my Maserati, my coat billowing as I walked toward the wreck. My men followed, silent shadows at my back.
A uniformed officer hesitated before stepping forward. “Mr. Willoughby, we-”
I shot him a look, and he shut up fast.
Turning to Dominic, I kept my voice steady. “What do we have?”
His face was grim. “Car was rigged. Whoever did this wanted it to be permanent. No loose
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I shot him a look, and he shut up fast.
Turning to Dominic, I kept my voice steady. “What do we have?”
His face was grim. “Car was rigged. Whoever did this wanted it to be permanent. No loose
ends.”
My throat went dry.
“Confirm it.”
He handed me a tablet.
I hit play.
The footage was grainy but clear enough. The car. The explosion. A burst of flames swallowing the vehicle whole.
Nevaeh’s car.
My fists clenched, muscles locking so tight I thought my skin would tear.
Then Dominic hesitated. “There’s something else.”
I met his gaze, my voice sharp. “Spit it out.”
He handed me a phone. “A message. From her. Sent just before the blast.”
I took the phone, my pulse a slow, steady thud in my ears. The text was simple.
“You’re free now–with Leticia, Benjamin. Goodbye, forever.”
For a long moment, I just stared at the screen. Then I threw the phone.
