Shattered Vows, Unyielding Blood Vengeance

company, Bell Dynamics. Then, his lover, Dr. Kimberli Luna, intentio

red, a cruel smile on her lips, revealing a horrifying truth: every crisis in my life-my mother's death,

e," she sneered. "You wer

I refused to sign a waiver absolving Kimberli of her crime. Chris then had me committed,

d erased me, bro

on. An agreement that left me with 25% of Bell Dynamics. Now, ar

pte

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rriage to Chris Bell, seven years of building Bell Dynamics from the ground up with my family's money and connections, and it all came down to this. My father, hale and hearty j

hitched. Panic clawed at my throat. I pounded on the door. Nothing. The hospital room, w

nt to voicemail. I left messages, my voice growing hoarser with each plea. "Chris, please, my father needs you. I need you. What's

gile beauty in her pristine white coat, a stark contrast to the venom she was about to

but it sliced through the silence of the room. A smile, thin and

d. "What are you

re so naive." She reached out, her hand hovering near my arm, then pulled back, as if I were contaminated. "He was

ow. My knees buckled. "No. That's a

"He always chose me. Always." Her eyes, usually cool, now held a glint of someth

ord tore from my th

ecame... an inconvenience." Her gaze drifted to my father, lying still on the bed. "This, Ava, this is your punishm

distant. He was with her. The man I loved, the man I'd given everything to, had orchestrated every hea

ouldn't leave. I lay in the wrecked car, the smell of gasoline filling the air, waiting for rescue, alone. Two broken ribs, a concussion. He

ragged myself to the hospital, bleeding, terrified. I cradled my flat stomach, feeling the emptiness already. He didn't come until morning, his eyes bloodshot, smelling of stale cologne. He offere

cruel play orchestrated by Chris and Kimberli, just to punish me for not leaving him. Because I loved him. Because I

verything you've put me through. It was all for this." My voice shook, but a cold, stee

s is waiting for you to sign it. Or your father' s condition might... wo

heart. They wanted to break me? They would regret it. I would not mourn. I would

"He'll regret this," I whispered, not j

ed on my nerves. She turned and walked out, leaving me

up. No more pleas. No more begging. The girl who loved him was dead. My father was on borrowed tim

the cold floor, my head against the sterile wall. My father. My poor, innocent fath

hris. His eyes, usually warm for me, were now distant, like ice. He held a cl

e now?" He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. I flinc

expressive, were now devoid of any emotion. He held out the clip

my voice a raw gasp. "Yo

"Don't make this harder than it has to be, Ava. Your father's life hang

d. "You would kil

pboard against my chest. "Sign the waiver, and Kimberli is safe. Your

rinted clearly at the top. This was immunity. Immunity f

you always choose the hard way?" He stood, pulling me up with him, his grip like

g?" My voice was a

sly close to the window. "Sign the damn paper, Ava. Or he goes." His eyes were cold, dead. There w

" I cried, my

You refuse to sign? Fine. I can make other arrangements for his 'treatment'." He clicked a button on his phon

red with tears and rage. "You won't get away w

ed me, his face impassive as the machine beeped faster, more urge

erately trying to reverse whatever he had done. But it was no

her wa

guish, a sound that ripped through the very fabric of my being. Chris stood there, watchi

whispered, the wor

ipboard, and offered me the pe

"I will never sign it. And I will make you regret the day you were born." My gaze hardened, a cold, unwavering fury replacing the grief. "This isn't over, Chris. This is just the beginning." He looked a