She Needed My Blood, But I Needed Revenge - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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The TV blared in the background, replaying footage from last night's banquet. Bold headlines scrolled across the screen: "Long-Lost Smith Heiress Returns!" "Amanda Smith: The True Heir of the Smith Dynasty."
I sank into the plush sofa of my lavish new bedroom, staring at the screen like it was broadcasting someone else's life. The girl on TV—me—looked polished, poised, perfect. But the reflection felt foreign, like I was watching a character in a drama, not my own life unfolding.
A sharp commotion outside shattered the silence—raised voices, hurried footsteps. My pulse spiked as the door burst open. One of the maids stood there, her face ghostly pale.
"Miss Amanda," she stammered. "It's… it's Mr. Gabriel. He's demanding to see you."
Gabriel.
My stomach twisted. I'd spent days scrubbing him from my thoughts, and now here he was, clawing his way back in.
The maid hesitated. "Should I have security remove him?"
I stood, smoothing my dress with steady hands. "No. Let him in."
Gabriel looked painfully out of place in the grand foyer—his hair disheveled, his shirt wrinkled, his eyes wild with desperation. A pang of guilt flickered in my chest, but I smothered it. Was this remorse? Or just another one of his games?
"Amanda," he breathed, stepping forward.
I held up a hand. "Say what you came to say."
His shoulders slumped as he dragged a hand through his hair. "I know I messed up. I know I hurt you." His voice cracked. "But please… just hear me out."
I crossed my arms. "Go on."
"I know everything now," he said, voice thick. "About the abortion. About you being the real Smith heiress. I—I panicked when I found out. I didn't know what to do."
I narrowed my eyes. "So what? You're here to apologize?"
"Yes!" He dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry, Amanda. I was blind. Nadia manipulated me. It's always been you. Please, come back to me."
Two guards stepped forward.
"Get him out of here," I said coolly. "And make sure he never comes back."
His pleas echoed as they dragged him away, but I didn't flinch. Not this time.
Later, in my father's office, I sat with my spine straight.
"Cut all ties with the Rocco family," I said, voice firm. "I won't let Gabriel or his family benefit from us—not after everything."
My father leaned back, fingers steepled. "Consider it done."
Beside him, my mother smiled warmly. "We'll do whatever it takes to protect you."
Their unwavering support was something I hadn't expected. For the first time, I wasn't fighting alone.
Then my father cleared his throat. "There's one more thing." He exchanged a glance with my mother. "We've been discussing an alliance with the Jones family. Originally, it was meant for Nadia, but now… it's yours."
I blinked. "You're arranging a marriage for me?"
"It's tradition," my mother said gently. "This will secure your place in society—and the future of the Smith legacy."
My chest tightened, but I nodded. "I understand."
Later, as I stepped outside for air, I collided with something solid—no, someone. Strong hands caught me before I could fall, but the momentum sent me crashing against a broad chest.
I looked up—and froze.
Dark hair, sharp features, stunned golden-brown eyes.
Bryant Jones.
And worse?
Our lips had just brushed in the collision.
My face burned. His hands hovered awkwardly near my waist, like he couldn't decide whether to push me away or steady me.
For one endless second, neither of us moved.
Then reality crashed back in.
Oh my God. I'd just kissed my future fiancé.
I sank into the plush sofa of my lavish new bedroom, staring at the screen like it was broadcasting someone else's life. The girl on TV—me—looked polished, poised, perfect. But the reflection felt foreign, like I was watching a character in a drama, not my own life unfolding.
A sharp commotion outside shattered the silence—raised voices, hurried footsteps. My pulse spiked as the door burst open. One of the maids stood there, her face ghostly pale.
"Miss Amanda," she stammered. "It's… it's Mr. Gabriel. He's demanding to see you."
Gabriel.
My stomach twisted. I'd spent days scrubbing him from my thoughts, and now here he was, clawing his way back in.
The maid hesitated. "Should I have security remove him?"
I stood, smoothing my dress with steady hands. "No. Let him in."
Gabriel looked painfully out of place in the grand foyer—his hair disheveled, his shirt wrinkled, his eyes wild with desperation. A pang of guilt flickered in my chest, but I smothered it. Was this remorse? Or just another one of his games?
"Amanda," he breathed, stepping forward.
I held up a hand. "Say what you came to say."
His shoulders slumped as he dragged a hand through his hair. "I know I messed up. I know I hurt you." His voice cracked. "But please… just hear me out."
I crossed my arms. "Go on."
"I know everything now," he said, voice thick. "About the abortion. About you being the real Smith heiress. I—I panicked when I found out. I didn't know what to do."
I narrowed my eyes. "So what? You're here to apologize?"
"Yes!" He dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry, Amanda. I was blind. Nadia manipulated me. It's always been you. Please, come back to me."
Two guards stepped forward.
"Get him out of here," I said coolly. "And make sure he never comes back."
His pleas echoed as they dragged him away, but I didn't flinch. Not this time.
Later, in my father's office, I sat with my spine straight.
"Cut all ties with the Rocco family," I said, voice firm. "I won't let Gabriel or his family benefit from us—not after everything."
My father leaned back, fingers steepled. "Consider it done."
Beside him, my mother smiled warmly. "We'll do whatever it takes to protect you."
Their unwavering support was something I hadn't expected. For the first time, I wasn't fighting alone.
Then my father cleared his throat. "There's one more thing." He exchanged a glance with my mother. "We've been discussing an alliance with the Jones family. Originally, it was meant for Nadia, but now… it's yours."
I blinked. "You're arranging a marriage for me?"
"It's tradition," my mother said gently. "This will secure your place in society—and the future of the Smith legacy."
My chest tightened, but I nodded. "I understand."
Later, as I stepped outside for air, I collided with something solid—no, someone. Strong hands caught me before I could fall, but the momentum sent me crashing against a broad chest.
I looked up—and froze.
Dark hair, sharp features, stunned golden-brown eyes.
Bryant Jones.
And worse?
Our lips had just brushed in the collision.
My face burned. His hands hovered awkwardly near my waist, like he couldn't decide whether to push me away or steady me.
For one endless second, neither of us moved.
Then reality crashed back in.
Oh my God. I'd just kissed my future fiancé.
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