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When I was brutalized, they killed my baby and carved slurs into my flesh—‘WHORE,’ ‘MASTER’S BITCH’—like I was nothing.
I thought Kieran Howard wouldn’t give a damn about it.
After all, on the surface, he didn’t mind that I’d been lost and away from my real family for twenty years—still married me, took me home and loved me like losing me would kill him.
But behind my back, he had already legally married Camille Fairfax, the fake heiress who stole my life—even had a child with her.
Seven years ago, my parents sent Manhattan's most eligible bachelor straight to my bed, desperate to please me.
After one night of exploring 99 sex positions, I was completely addicted.
Two months later, right at our supposedly blissful wedding of two powerful families—she showed up.
Camille pushed a 5-year-old boy onto the altar: "Honey, go get find your daddy."
Kieran gave me a smirk dripping with cold disdain: "She dumped me seven years ago, and now she got the damn nerve to come crawling back with some random kid."
My parents' eyes were even colder: "SHE's the reason our real daughter suffered for twenty years.”
I did believed them back then.
Until that night, I woke up thirsty, crept downstairs in the dark—only to hear my parents laughing, full of joy, teaching the little boy to call them “Grandpa” and “Grandma.”
Camille’s eyes welled with tears: "I didn’t mean to cause trouble… but Miles keeps crying for his daddy."
Kieran didn't hesitate: "The child is innocent. I will give him a complete family he deserves."
"But what if Victoria makes a scene?"
"Are you kidding? Victoria's completely obsessed with me, plus she's knocked up now. Got way too much to lose—she won't do shit."
I glanced down at my barely-there bump and laughed until tears came.
Kieran Howard, you seriously underestimated me.
Neither you nor this baby will ever keep me trapped.
I'd just scheduled my abortion when a text popped up:
"Victoria Fairfax, MARRY ME, or I'm gonna kill myself!"
I stared at it for a hot second, then decided to print divorce papers first.
Right then, Kieran sent me a message:
"Babe, you looked wiped out last night, sleep in. Mom, Dad and I are hitting the stores to get you some pregnancy stuff—just relax, we’ll take care of everything."
I read it without that usual warm in my chest. No immediate reply this time.
The next swipe led me straight to a trending news alert:
#Manhattan Princess Daily Life#
There she was—Camille, arms linked with her parents, smiling like she had everything she ever wanted.
Even while Kieran was swiping his card at checkout, he kept stealing these lovesick glances back at her.
I actually laughed.
Seven years gone, and Camille was still the Fairfax princess everyone adored and remembered.
Still fucking her.
Sure, the Fairfaxes gave me gorgeous dresses and expensive jewelry.
But they wouldn't even go out in public with me.
Mom would get all teary-eyed, "Those places just remind me of my Camille..."
So I stopped asking.
Suddenly, this awful thumping echoed from outside, mixed with weak little cries.
My heart sank as I bolted out of bed and yanked open the door.
That little bastard was holding something, slamming it against the hardwood over and over. Blood was spreading across the floor.
When I realized what it was, my heart nearly stopped.
It was Coco—the kitten I'd driven all night to get seven years ago when I first came to the Fairfax house and couldn't sleep without her.
"Bad kitty! Won't play with me!"
I lunged forward and dropped to my knees, throwing my hands down to cushion Coco before she hit the floor again.
Sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen.
But Miles stumbled backward and lost his grip—Coco went sailing over the second-floor balcony with a blood-curdling scream.
"Miles!"
The front door burst open. Camille's voice cut through the air like a knife, followed by stampeding footsteps.
Someone shoved me hard to the side.
I broke out in a cold sweat, the pain so bad I couldn't breathe, let alone speak.
Everyone rushed past me to fuss over the crying little monster.
Then his tiny hand cracked across my face.
"You're a bad lady! You can't be my mommy!"
The sting on my cheek and his words left me completely stunned.
My parents and Kieran had gone white as sheets.
"Oh God, please don't blame Miles! This is all my fault—I shouldn't have forced him to call you mom. Of course he's pissed... "
"Please, if this is too much, I'll pack up and go back to the Capets right now... But if you can somehow forgive us, I’ll stay—I can be your maid. I'll spend my whole life taking care of you and Miles!"
I thought Kieran Howard wouldn’t give a damn about it.
After all, on the surface, he didn’t mind that I’d been lost and away from my real family for twenty years—still married me, took me home and loved me like losing me would kill him.
But behind my back, he had already legally married Camille Fairfax, the fake heiress who stole my life—even had a child with her.
Seven years ago, my parents sent Manhattan's most eligible bachelor straight to my bed, desperate to please me.
After one night of exploring 99 sex positions, I was completely addicted.
Two months later, right at our supposedly blissful wedding of two powerful families—she showed up.
Camille pushed a 5-year-old boy onto the altar: "Honey, go get find your daddy."
Kieran gave me a smirk dripping with cold disdain: "She dumped me seven years ago, and now she got the damn nerve to come crawling back with some random kid."
My parents' eyes were even colder: "SHE's the reason our real daughter suffered for twenty years.”
I did believed them back then.
Until that night, I woke up thirsty, crept downstairs in the dark—only to hear my parents laughing, full of joy, teaching the little boy to call them “Grandpa” and “Grandma.”
Camille’s eyes welled with tears: "I didn’t mean to cause trouble… but Miles keeps crying for his daddy."
Kieran didn't hesitate: "The child is innocent. I will give him a complete family he deserves."
"But what if Victoria makes a scene?"
"Are you kidding? Victoria's completely obsessed with me, plus she's knocked up now. Got way too much to lose—she won't do shit."
I glanced down at my barely-there bump and laughed until tears came.
Kieran Howard, you seriously underestimated me.
Neither you nor this baby will ever keep me trapped.
I'd just scheduled my abortion when a text popped up:
"Victoria Fairfax, MARRY ME, or I'm gonna kill myself!"
I stared at it for a hot second, then decided to print divorce papers first.
Right then, Kieran sent me a message:
"Babe, you looked wiped out last night, sleep in. Mom, Dad and I are hitting the stores to get you some pregnancy stuff—just relax, we’ll take care of everything."
I read it without that usual warm in my chest. No immediate reply this time.
The next swipe led me straight to a trending news alert:
#Manhattan Princess Daily Life#
There she was—Camille, arms linked with her parents, smiling like she had everything she ever wanted.
Even while Kieran was swiping his card at checkout, he kept stealing these lovesick glances back at her.
I actually laughed.
Seven years gone, and Camille was still the Fairfax princess everyone adored and remembered.
Still fucking her.
Sure, the Fairfaxes gave me gorgeous dresses and expensive jewelry.
But they wouldn't even go out in public with me.
Mom would get all teary-eyed, "Those places just remind me of my Camille..."
So I stopped asking.
Suddenly, this awful thumping echoed from outside, mixed with weak little cries.
My heart sank as I bolted out of bed and yanked open the door.
That little bastard was holding something, slamming it against the hardwood over and over. Blood was spreading across the floor.
When I realized what it was, my heart nearly stopped.
It was Coco—the kitten I'd driven all night to get seven years ago when I first came to the Fairfax house and couldn't sleep without her.
"Bad kitty! Won't play with me!"
I lunged forward and dropped to my knees, throwing my hands down to cushion Coco before she hit the floor again.
Sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen.
But Miles stumbled backward and lost his grip—Coco went sailing over the second-floor balcony with a blood-curdling scream.
"Miles!"
The front door burst open. Camille's voice cut through the air like a knife, followed by stampeding footsteps.
Someone shoved me hard to the side.
I broke out in a cold sweat, the pain so bad I couldn't breathe, let alone speak.
Everyone rushed past me to fuss over the crying little monster.
Then his tiny hand cracked across my face.
"You're a bad lady! You can't be my mommy!"
The sting on my cheek and his words left me completely stunned.
My parents and Kieran had gone white as sheets.
"Oh God, please don't blame Miles! This is all my fault—I shouldn't have forced him to call you mom. Of course he's pissed... "
"Please, if this is too much, I'll pack up and go back to the Capets right now... But if you can somehow forgive us, I’ll stay—I can be your maid. I'll spend my whole life taking care of you and Miles!"
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