Chapter 4 - BLOOD AND BETRAYAL
The aftermath was a bloodbath. When Genevieve realized her stock was in a freefall, her rage turned feral. We stood in the opulent foyer of our penthouse, the city lights below offering no comfort.
“You set me up!” she shrieked, hurling a crystal decanter that shattered against the marble wall, inches from my head. “Your filthy ex-wife and her bastards orchestrated a corporate coup!”
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Benedict, her golden child, sat paralyzed on the velvet sofa, crying softly as his social media flooded with evidence of his bought-and-paid-for academic career. Genevieve turned her wrath on him, slapping him across the face. “Stop crying, you useless idiot! If you were half as smart as those street rats, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
I stepped between them, catching her wrist just as she raised it again. In that moment, looking at Genevieve's contorted, vicious face, the illusion completely shattered. I hadn't married a queen. I had married a monster, and I had sold my soul to do it.
