He Chose Her, The Desert Chose Me - Chapter 15: Chapter 15
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The truth hit like a hurricane, obliterating the last remnants of the Findley family's carefully crafted illusion. Mike—no, Daniel—laid everything bare.
Years ago, the Findley empire should have been his. It was his birthright. But betrayal had other plans. His own brother, Michael—Arthur's father—had orchestrated his kidnapping. That jagged scar on his face? A souvenir from the knife Michael had pressed against his skin.
"They stabbed me fifteen times," Daniel said, his voice ice-cold but steady. "Left me for dead. Threw me into the ocean like trash."
But death didn't take him. Against all odds, he washed ashore, half-alive, rescued by a fisherman. He rebuilt himself overseas, brick by bloody brick, forging his own empire. For fifteen years, he lived with one purpose: vengeance.
"I came back for one reason," Daniel continued, his gaze boring into Arthur. "To burn the Findley legacy to the ground."
He'd done his homework. Before even stepping foot back in the country, he'd unraveled every lie, every scheme tying Arthur, Bella, and me together. He knew it all.
Dungeness had been no accident. He'd followed us there, counting on our explosive history to erupt—and it had. That chaos was his opening. My knowledge of the Findley family became his weapon. Every crack in their foundation, every secret exposed—I was the one who dug them up. But the resources? The power behind the destruction? That was all Daniel. Together, we dismantled them, piece by piece, until nothing remained.
Arthur's face drained of color as the truth sank in. The weight of his family's sins crushed him, but still, he tried to bargain.
"Little Uncle," he stammered, voice shaking. "If my father wronged you, I won't deny it. I'm sorry—truly. But the Findleys are finished. I've lost everything. Just… give Lilly back to me. Please. She's all I have left."
Daniel smirked, turning to me. "Sweetheart, my dear nephew here thinks I should hand you over. What do you say?"
I exhaled, meeting Arthur's desperate stare with icy detachment. "Arthur, after everything, how can you not see? I don't love you. We've been over for a long time."
Daniel chuckled, sharp and mocking. "Hear that, nephew? The Lilly you knew is gone. The woman standing here is Sheren—my fiancée. So show some respect. Call her Auntie."
The words hit Arthur like a gut punch. He stood frozen, mouth working soundlessly—until Bella lunged at him, sobbing.
"Arthur!" she wailed, clinging to him. "She doesn't love you, but I do! I've always loved you! Marry me—we can start over!"
Arthur shoved her off, disgust twisting his face. "Get away from me, you viper! You're nothing to me—less than nothing. I wouldn't let you touch Lilly's shoes. The Bella I knew is dead. All that's left is this scheming, backstabbing stranger."
Their voices clashed like broken glass, grating and ugly. Daniel watched with open disdain before flicking a hand at the bodyguards.
"Get them out of my sight," he snapped. "I've had enough."
The next day, the Findley empire collapsed. Bankruptcy declarations. Mansions, cars, every last trophy of their wealth—auctioned off. Centuries of legacy, reduced to dust.
The family fled to a crumbling shack in the countryside, hiding in Yenny's ancestral home. But their downfall didn't stop there. Bella was arrested for murder, and the charges once pinned on me were wiped clean.
A month later, the headlines delivered the final blow. A man's body was found floating in a river near the countryside. Arthur. The verdict? Suicide.
That same day, Michael and Yenny were discovered hanging in their home—their deaths marking the end of the Findley bloodline.
With their ruin, Daniel rose unchallenged. The Meyer Group swallowed what little remained of the Findley empire, erasing their name from history.
As for me? I didn't reclaim my old name. Lilly Lawson was a ghost—a woman bound to betrayal and pain. Sheren was someone new. Someone free.
I married Daniel—not because I had to, but because I'd finally found myself. Through the lies, the heartbreak, the chaos, I emerged stronger.
Some might call it revenge.
I called it a second chance.
(The End)
Years ago, the Findley empire should have been his. It was his birthright. But betrayal had other plans. His own brother, Michael—Arthur's father—had orchestrated his kidnapping. That jagged scar on his face? A souvenir from the knife Michael had pressed against his skin.
"They stabbed me fifteen times," Daniel said, his voice ice-cold but steady. "Left me for dead. Threw me into the ocean like trash."
But death didn't take him. Against all odds, he washed ashore, half-alive, rescued by a fisherman. He rebuilt himself overseas, brick by bloody brick, forging his own empire. For fifteen years, he lived with one purpose: vengeance.
"I came back for one reason," Daniel continued, his gaze boring into Arthur. "To burn the Findley legacy to the ground."
He'd done his homework. Before even stepping foot back in the country, he'd unraveled every lie, every scheme tying Arthur, Bella, and me together. He knew it all.
Dungeness had been no accident. He'd followed us there, counting on our explosive history to erupt—and it had. That chaos was his opening. My knowledge of the Findley family became his weapon. Every crack in their foundation, every secret exposed—I was the one who dug them up. But the resources? The power behind the destruction? That was all Daniel. Together, we dismantled them, piece by piece, until nothing remained.
Arthur's face drained of color as the truth sank in. The weight of his family's sins crushed him, but still, he tried to bargain.
"Little Uncle," he stammered, voice shaking. "If my father wronged you, I won't deny it. I'm sorry—truly. But the Findleys are finished. I've lost everything. Just… give Lilly back to me. Please. She's all I have left."
Daniel smirked, turning to me. "Sweetheart, my dear nephew here thinks I should hand you over. What do you say?"
I exhaled, meeting Arthur's desperate stare with icy detachment. "Arthur, after everything, how can you not see? I don't love you. We've been over for a long time."
Daniel chuckled, sharp and mocking. "Hear that, nephew? The Lilly you knew is gone. The woman standing here is Sheren—my fiancée. So show some respect. Call her Auntie."
The words hit Arthur like a gut punch. He stood frozen, mouth working soundlessly—until Bella lunged at him, sobbing.
"Arthur!" she wailed, clinging to him. "She doesn't love you, but I do! I've always loved you! Marry me—we can start over!"
Arthur shoved her off, disgust twisting his face. "Get away from me, you viper! You're nothing to me—less than nothing. I wouldn't let you touch Lilly's shoes. The Bella I knew is dead. All that's left is this scheming, backstabbing stranger."
Their voices clashed like broken glass, grating and ugly. Daniel watched with open disdain before flicking a hand at the bodyguards.
"Get them out of my sight," he snapped. "I've had enough."
The next day, the Findley empire collapsed. Bankruptcy declarations. Mansions, cars, every last trophy of their wealth—auctioned off. Centuries of legacy, reduced to dust.
The family fled to a crumbling shack in the countryside, hiding in Yenny's ancestral home. But their downfall didn't stop there. Bella was arrested for murder, and the charges once pinned on me were wiped clean.
A month later, the headlines delivered the final blow. A man's body was found floating in a river near the countryside. Arthur. The verdict? Suicide.
That same day, Michael and Yenny were discovered hanging in their home—their deaths marking the end of the Findley bloodline.
With their ruin, Daniel rose unchallenged. The Meyer Group swallowed what little remained of the Findley empire, erasing their name from history.
As for me? I didn't reclaim my old name. Lilly Lawson was a ghost—a woman bound to betrayal and pain. Sheren was someone new. Someone free.
I married Daniel—not because I had to, but because I'd finally found myself. Through the lies, the heartbreak, the chaos, I emerged stronger.
Some might call it revenge.
I called it a second chance.
(The End)
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