Orchestrated Accidents: A Heiress's Revenge

pped inside, his presence filling the room, casting a long shadow over me where

apped, my voice

mething to hide, Amira," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, completely at o

ns and a history of twisted affection. Then, he sighed, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of the wor

ets. We were just kids, trying to survive. She was my shadow, my only constant. When your fa

lace. My debt. To him. To you." He looked at me then, his gaze piercing. "Delilah... she's the only anchor I have to who I was befor

per. "I need you to understand that, Amira. I need y

rocess his words. For a fleeting second, a tiny crack appeared in my

we're married, will your 'anchor' still be your prio

ng me to challenge him. "I will be a good husband to you, Amira. I will protect this family. I will give you everything you could ever want. B

. All this pain, all this suffering, all these years... it had all been for nothing. It had all be

ng. There was nothing more to say. No point in arguin

ile, tender and warm, touched his lips. It was Delilah. "I'll be right there, sweetheart," he murmu

tionless once more. "For your birthday. I'm leaving now." He turned and walked out, closing the

l, glittering pendant. It was pretty, in a generic sort of way. But it wasn't the ruby. It wasn't the necklace I had fough

wall, then fell into the wastebasket by my desk. I buried my face in my hands, a wave of profound sorrow washi

ng my own life. I tried on the dress, a breathtaking gown of emerald silk. I looked in the mirror, my reflection a stranger. I was beautiful, yes, but empty. And the ruby necklace, the one I h

. My father had already informed him of my decision, much to his delight. Inside

hings are simply out of our control. The words were a veiled jab at Devon, a clear understanding of the public humiliation. However, I took the liber

, a ring. They were exquisitely cut, deeply colored, burning with an internal fire. They were even more stunni

my throat, the cool metal a pleasant contrast to the warmth of my skin. The earrings sparkled. I felt a surge of unexpected

as waiting at the bottom. She stopped, her gaze immediately drawn to the crims

.. did Devon give it to you? It' s almost as lovely as the one he gave me." Her eye

ept past, my head held high. Bu

a video playing. She held out her phone, the screen showing a blurry, intimate moment. Devon, his face contorted in passion, her own body writhing against his. A soft moan, unmistakably hers, filled the air. "He was never like this with you, was he? He was ne