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Too Late, Mr. William, She's Free

Too Late, Mr. William, She's Free

Luo Lijiang
Modern | Completed
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Franklin William destroyed my father, then raised me as his ward. For ten years, I loved him, not as a guardian, but as the man who held my world in his hands. On my 18th birthday, I confessed. He crushed me with five words. "Love is a liability, Eliana." His cruelty escalated. He got engaged to a ruthless socialite who publicly branded me his "pet project." He forced me to wear a cheap necklace I was allergic to, the metal burning my skin like a brand of shame. That night, he stumbled into my room, drunk, and violated me, whispering his fiancée's name. My own mother called, not to comfort me, but to scream that I had ruined her social standing before disowning me. I was nothing. A project. A disposable toy. But as I sat in the wreckage of my life, an encrypted email arrived from my long-lost godfather. The subject line was clear: "It's time, Eliana. There's a way out."

Betrayal Stockholm syndrome Rebirth Female-centered Personal growth
Chapter 28
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Chapter 1

Franklin William destroyed my father, then raised me as his ward. For ten years, I loved him, not as a guardian, but as the man who held my world in his hands.

On my 18th birthday, I confessed. He crushed me with five words.

"Love is a liability, Eliana."

His cruelty escalated. He got engaged to a ruthless socialite who publicly branded me his "pet project." He forced me to wear a cheap necklace I was allergic to, the metal burning my skin like a brand of shame. That night, he stumbled into my room, drunk, and violated me, whispering his fiancée's name.

My own mother called, not to comfort me, but to scream that I had ruined her social standing before disowning me.

I was nothing. A project. A disposable toy. But as I sat in the wreckage of my life, an encrypted email arrived from my long-lost godfather. The subject line was clear: "It's time, Eliana. There's a way out."

Chapter 1

The headline hit me like a physical blow, stripping the air from my lungs. "Franklin William to Wed Katarina Monroe: Merger of Tech Giants Confirmed." The words blurred, then sharpened, each one a needle piercing through the fragile shell of my world. My hands trembled, the tablet slipping, but my fingers clenched, refusing to let it fall.

It couldn't be true.

This had to be a mistake. A cruel joke. Franklin. Mine. He was mine.

I stared at the glossy image of him, his arm around Katarina, her smile sharp and triumphant. Her dark hair, perfectly coiffed, brushed his shoulder. My stomach convulsed, a bitter, metallic taste flooding my mouth. This wasn' t just a simple announcement. This was a public execution.

My vision swam. The vibrant colors of the penthouse living room - the rich blues, the polished chrome - swirled into a dizzying vortex. I felt like I was falling, even though my feet were rooted to the plush carpet. No, this wasn't happening. Not to us.

He's mine. The thought was a desperate, childish chant in my head. He always has been.

A decade. Ten years since the world had crumbled around me. I was just eight, a tiny figure clutching a teddy bear, the sound of sirens still echoing in my ears. My father, brilliant, kind, but too trusting, had been outmaneuvered, his life' s work stolen, his heart breaking under the strain. A stress-induced heart attack, they said. But I knew. I knew who was responsible.

Franklin William.

He was the wolf in the elegant suit, the architect of the hostile takeover that devoured my father' s startup. I remembered the funeral, a blur of black suits and hushed whispers. Then, his imposing figure loomed over me, a dark shadow against the pale morning light. He' d made a promise. A rare flicker of guilt, the tabloids later speculated. He took me in.

"You're a Barnett," he'd said, his voice deep, oddly comforting in its authority. "That means something. I'll take care of you."

And I believed him. I clung to that promise like a lifeline. He was my protector, my savior, the one who pulled me from the wreckage of my childhood. Even if he was also the one who caused it. I lived in his gilded cage, a penthouse overlooking Manhattan, a silent, watchful girl, then a teenager, growing up under his stern, watchful eye. Every book I read, every lesson I learned, every ambition I harbored, was shaped by his world, by his presence.

My 18th birthday. I remember the dress, a simple velvet that he had chosen. The city lights twinkled outside the panoramic windows, reflecting in my hopeful eyes. I had practiced my words, rehearsed the confession a hundred times. I loved him. Not as a father, not as a guardian. As a woman loves a man. It was foolish, I knew, but also undeniable.

I walked up to him, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. "Franklin," I began, my voice barely a whisper, "I... I love you."

His face, usually a mask of control, tightened. His eyes, cold as the winter sky outside, narrowed. He didn't flinch, didn't react with surprise, only with a chilling finality. "Love is a liability, Eliana," he said, his voice flat, devoid of warmth. "I will not tolerate it."

The words felt like a physical slap. My cheeks burned, but no tears came. Just a hollow ache, deepening with each beat of my broken heart. He turned away, dismissing me, dismissing my entire existence in that one brutal sentence.

His cruelty escalated from that day. He wanted me gone, out of his perfect, emotionless world. He forced me to attend the pre-merger gala, a glittering spectacle of power and ambition. That's when I first saw her. Katarina Monroe. Her presence was a force, an undeniable statement. She moved with a predator's grace, her eyes assessing, her smile a thin, painted line.

She saw me across the crowded ballroom, a flicker of something - contempt? amusement? - in her gaze. She walked over, her heels clicking a rhythmic beat against the marble floor, a queen approaching a lowly peasant. "Franklin's pet project, I presume?" she drawled, her voice dripping with condescension. She looked me up and down, a sneer twisting her perfectly sculpted lips. "Charming."

My face flushed. I felt naked, exposed under her scrutiny, under the cold, silent judgment of Franklin, who stood a few feet away, watching. He said nothing. Did nothing. He allowed it.

That night, alone in my room, the opulent silk sheets felt like a shroud. I stared at my reflection, the girl who had foolishly believed in love, in a future with him. I was a child, a fool, a burden. The disgust was a physical thing, rising in my throat. I tore at the expensive dress, the fabric ripping with a satisfying sound. I hated the girl in the mirror. I hated her weakness, her hope, her pathetic love.

I found a half-empty bottle of Franklin' s expensive whiskey on the bar cart. My hands shook as I poured a generous amount into a crystal glass. It burned going down, a fiery liquid ripping through my throat, but it dulled the edges of the pain. It was a defiant act, a poisonous ritual.

I wouldn't stay here. I couldn't. This couldn't be my life. I had to leave. I had to find a way out of this gilded cage.

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