Killed Me for Your Precious Angel? Now Pray She Can Save You from Hell - Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Brooklyn Sheridan had been the Sheridan family's beloved princess for twenty years—until the real daughter showed up at their doorstep with a DNA test.
That's when she discovered she was nothing but a switched-at-birth fraud.
Humiliated, she packed her bags to leave. But on her last night in the mansion, Kaiden Sheridan carried her to his car.
The brother who'd been cold and distant her whole life pressed her against the leather seats and made her come three times.
Her voice was raw from crying out when he gripped her waist, whispering over and over in her ear: "I've wanted to fuck you for so damn long."
In that moment, she finally understood—all those years of coldness had been nothing but self-control.
Soon after, he announced their engagement. No one could talk him out of it.
When their parents objected, he stripped them of power and took complete control of the Sheridan empire.
When the real daughter threw her tantrums, he cut off all her credit cards and threatened to ship her back to whatever trailer park she came from.
Brooklyn couldn't accept being with the brother she'd grown up with. She tried to run countless times, but he always dragged her back.
He had her completely trapped—nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Until two weeks ago, when he crashed his Porsche racing through downtown at midnight to get her favorite cheesecake from that 24-hour bakery.
When he woke up... he remembered nothing.
The Sheridan family was overjoyed. When they introduced Brooklyn, they didn't mention she was the woman he'd obsessed over—they simply called her the nanny.
Now they wanted her gone while Kaiden's memory was wiped clean.
"This is a hundred million dollars."
Mr. and Mrs. Sheridan shoved the check across the mahogany table. "Kaiden doesn't remember you exist right now. Take this money and disappear. We raised you for twenty years—consider this our final favor. Never show your face around him again, and make damn sure he never finds you."
After what felt like forever, Brooklyn finally spoke.
"Fine. I'll have all my immigration paperwork done within two weeks. I'll never come back to the States."
She picked up the check, her hands trembling slightly. This whole year felt like some twisted nightmare.
They wanted her gone. And honestly? She wanted to leave too.
Sure, Kaiden had spoiled her rotten this past year—designer clothes, jewelry worth more than most people's houses, vacations to private islands. But this kind of possessive, stolen love was suffocating her.
He never gave me a choice, she thought bitterly. Just took what he wanted, like everything else.
With his amnesia, this was her only shot at freedom.
"What the hell is going on here?"
The front door slammed open. Kaiden stood in the entryway with Alina Sheridan trailing behind him.
He looked every inch the billionaire CEO—tailored Tom Ford suit, perfectly styled dark hair, that commanding presence that made board rooms go silent. Even now, with no memory of who she was, he still made her heart race.
Mr. and Mrs. Sheridan's faces went white. They plastered on fake smiles. "Oh, nothing at all! Just going over some household stuff with the nanny."
Mrs. Sheridan elbowed her husband. "We were just heading upstairs for our afternoon nap."
Before leaving, she shot Brooklyn a look that could kill—keep your mouth shut.
Brooklyn stared at the floor, clutching the check so hard her knuckles went white. She started toward the servants' staircase when—
"Stop."
Kaiden's voice could freeze hell over.
She froze mid-step, not daring to look up. Her heart was hammering so loud she was sure he could hear it.
His Italian leather shoes clicked against the marble as he approached. Then his fingers gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes—those same dark eyes that used to look at her like she was his entire world.
God, he's still so beautiful, she thought helplessly. Even now, when he looks at me like I'm nothing.
Her breathing hitched as memories flooded back—him pressing her against the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office, bending her over his desk after board meetings, taking her on the hood of his car in their private garage.
His thumb traced her jawline, those familiar calluses sending shivers down her spine. "What's that perfume you're wearing?"
Brooklyn opened her mouth to answer—
"Don't wear it again." He dropped his hand like she'd burned him. "Nannies should stick to changing diapers and making bottles. Don't try to seduce anyone in this house."
Her chest tightened painfully.
Before, he used to bury his face in my neck and breathe me in like I was oxygen. 'You smell incredible, baby,' he'd whisper. 'Like vanilla and something that's just... you. Drives me fucking crazy.'
'I'm not wearing any perfume,' I'd tell him.
'Then it's just you. Every part of you was made for me, Brooklyn. You're never leaving me. I'll hunt you down wherever you go.'
She'd believed him then. Thought she'd never escape.
But now he doesn't even remember my name.
Brooklyn swallowed the lump in her throat. "Understood, Mr. Sheridan."
She watched him disappear into his study, then finally let herself breathe. She was turning to go pack when Alina suddenly appeared and slapped her across the face so hard her ears rang.
"You pathetic little bitch!" Alina shrieked. "Even with my brother's memory completely gone, you're still trying to sink your claws into him!"
Jesus, that hurt. Brooklyn's cheek burned, but she didn't touch it. Wouldn't give Alina the satisfaction.
"Well, guess what, trailer trash? My brother's got a real fiancée now!" Alina's smile was vicious. "The engagement announcement's going out next week. Some sophisticated woman from a proper family—not some charity case who doesn't know her real daddy."
Brooklyn's stomach dropped.
A fiancée. Of course. He's Kaiden fucking Sheridan—heir to a billion-dollar empire. Of course they'd line up suitable wives the second he was available again.
Not that it matters. I'm leaving anyway.
But Alina wasn't done. "Guards! Grab this slut! Throw her in the cold storage! Let her freeze her ass off and think about what happens when you try to seduce my brother!"
The bodyguards looked at each other nervously. Nobody moved.
They all remembered what happened to the last guy who'd touched Brooklyn—some senator's son at a charity gala. He'd grabbed her waist for a photo. The next morning, his hand was delivered to his father's office in a Tiffany box.
Alina's face turned red. "My brother has amnesia! She's just the fucking nanny now! What are you scared of?!"
She pointed at the head of security. "If you don't arrest her right now, I'll have you all fired!"
The guards still hesitated.
Then the study door flew open.
Kaiden stepped out, his jaw tight with irritation. "What's all this screaming about?"
Alina immediately switched to her sweet little sister act. "Oh, Kaiden! The nanny was being completely inappropriate, so I wanted to discipline her. But these guards won't listen to me!"
Kaiden's cold gaze swept over the security team. "What did she pay you? Since when do you ignore direct orders from family?"
He looked at Brooklyn with pure disgust. "Get her out of my sight. She's making me sick."
The study door slammed shut.
He used to warm my feet against his chest when I got cold at night. Now he's sending me to freeze.
With Kaiden's permission, the guards had no choice.
Brooklyn closed her eyes as they dragged her toward the basement. She'd always been sensitive to cold—that's why Kaiden used to keep the mansion at exactly 75 degrees year-round.
'Can't have my baby getting cold,' he'd say, pulling me closer.
Now he doesn't give a damn if I freeze to death.
The cold storage was brutal—probably 20 degrees below zero. Brooklyn curled up in the corner, her thin cotton dress doing nothing against the bitter cold.
It's fine. Just a few more hours. Then I can pack and get the hell out of here.
I can go back to being Brooklyn Sheridan, not Kaiden Sheridan's obsession.
Maybe I'll go to Europe. Start fresh somewhere he'll never think to look.
Her teeth were chattering violently now. Ice crystals formed on her breath.
God, I'm so tired. So tired of running, of being scared, of loving someone who sees me as property.
Maybe this is how it ends. Maybe I just fall asleep here and never wake up.
Just as consciousness started slipping away, she heard someone screaming her name like the world was ending.
"BROOKLYN!!"
A figure burst through the door, shaking as he gathered her frozen body into his arms.