Stalked By The Mad Dog Nephew

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 803 | Released on: 22/01/2026

up. The rear of the limousine was a hermetically sealed box

the floor space. He wasn't looking at the window; he was watching her. His gaze w

uise was already forming, a purple

devoid of the slurring drunkenness he had displayed in

y said, keeping her eyes fixe

one honest enough to tell you that Augustus is probably at th

n her jaw tick, but s

s fingers brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face. His touch was scorching hot against her cold skin. His thumb

d violently.

R Drive, Auntie.

ing around the latch. She unlocked it with a loud click. The win

aising his palms in surrender. "Alright. Al

of the Garrison Estate. The massive stone str

y as he stepped out onto the wet pavement. He caught himsel

es glittering with a mix of mockery and some

rough the front entrance of the main hou

he softness had evaporated, replaced by a tone as cold and sharp as

slightly. He looked concerned, his brow furrowed. "Mrs. Garrison... Aver

legs, her spine straightening into a line of steel. She pulled her phone

mb scrolling through a stock alert for Garrison Biote

ging the car back onto the

yes scanning the numbers. "I need to be worthless to them. I need to be

s?" Charles

said. The truth of it was liberatin

Everything

t a single vitamin, swallowing it dry, though she would tell anyone who asked that it was

ly widened, mouth turned down at the cor

urmured to he

uilding on 5th Avenue. As the car turned the corner toward the private

ek black sport

the windshield, was a bright silk scarf. It was H

t cry. She

a faint, terrifying

," she w

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Stalked By The Mad Dog Nephew

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“For years, I played the role of the fragile, fading wife in the Garrison dynasty, a "little doll" who looked like she'd break if the wind blew too hard. My husband, Augustus, treated me like a piece of inconvenient furniture, while his volatile nephew, Brandon, stalked me like a predator in the shadows. Everything shattered during a family brunch when Augustus's mistress, Gilda, lounged in his shirt and announced she was pregnant with the Garrison heir. Instead of hiding his shame, my husband beamed with pride and slid a thick manila envelope across the table in front of his gloating parents. "We need to make room for the family, Avery," he said coldly, "and you're barren." His mother laughed, calling me a "worthless asset" who provided no value to the lineage. They offered me fifty million dollars to disappear-a pathetic pittance for a man worth over four billion. I let a single, perfect tear fall, playing the part of the defeated, broken woman they all expected me to be. They didn't see the cold calculation behind my watery eyes or know that I had spent three years documenting every illegal insider trade and offshore account Augustus owned. I didn't just sign the papers; I walked into the final settlement meeting in a sharp black suit and shredded their offer in front of their faces. I demanded two billion dollars in cash and controlling voting shares, threatening to hand the SEC the evidence that would send Augustus to federal prison for life. As he lunged at me in a blind rage, realization dawning that he had underestimated me, I leaned in and whispered the final blow. I told him about the box of condoms in his nightstand and the silver needle I used to ensure Gilda got pregnant. "I gave you exactly what you wanted, Augustus," I smiled as I walked out with half his empire. "And in exchange, I got my freedom."”