Jilted By Nephew, Claimed By King

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 885 | Released on: 07/02/2026

e lay in the bed, an IV line taped to the back of her hand. She had allowed the nurses to

He had changed his shirt, but his movements were

mpany lawyers-stood at the foot of

Mr. Lancaster has prepared a revised Non-Disclosure Agreement. In exchange for your silence reg

red at the c

but it stopped the

the first time he had looked at

?" the law

and ripped the tape off. With a sharp tug, she pulled the needle out. Blood

her voice gaining strength.

aid. He walked toward the bed. "Don't be naiv

ming. They sent a link... to an account I can't access. I think... I think it recorded everything." S

went ve

desperate whisper. "I want safety. If I go back to my family, Preston will find me. He'll..

bedside table and a pen. She s

s it. It's the only copy. I give it to

ed closer, invading her personal space. He placed his hands on the mattress

s voice was low, dangerous. "What makes you think I

ker of madness seep into her expression, the

pped in the guise of terror. "And because... a man like you doesn't like

strange, cold resolve that didn't match the file he had on her. The file said she w

ed up, breaki

out looking away from Annelise. "She stays in one of my s

e lawyer

ve. At the door, he paused. "Don

r click

olding. Her palms were sweating. Not from fear, but fro

ly around the room, her eyes scanning the baseb

A listening device. It was pressure-activated and woven into the coaster, far

dge of the bed, buried her face in her hands, a

to the empty room. "

a tablet Silas was holding. He watched the wom

he's playing us

ust a scared girl, Silas. She has a little figh

lise's finger tapped a rhythm against t

One Co

vered for a split second, caught the

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Jilted By Nephew, Claimed By King

Amelia Rivers Romance

“I was kneeling on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse, staring at a ticking timer while a masked man held a knife to my throat. My fiancé's nephew, Preston, finally burst through the door, but he wasn't alone. He was clutching my stepsister, Felicia, both of them looking frantic. The kidnapper gave Preston a brutal choice: the bomb was rigged to the door, and he could only take one woman with him. The other would stay behind to burn. Without a single second of hesitation, Preston grabbed Felicia's hand and turned his back on me. "I'm sorry, Annelise," he said, his voice flat and devoid of any real regret. He slammed the heavy iron door shut, leaving me to scream in the darkness as the flames began to roar. He didn't just leave me to die; he did it to protect his inheritance, treating me like a piece of trash that was finally being cleared from his path. Later, in the hospital, he didn't even offer an apology. Instead, he raised his hand to strike me, threatening to finish what the fire started if I dared to speak a word about his cowardice. His stepsister laughed, trying to pour scalding coffee on my face while calling me a pathetic loser who should have stayed in the warehouse. I sat there, cowering and shaking like a broken girl, letting them believe they had won. I watched their cruelty with wide, watery eyes, wondering how they could be so blind to the monster they were provoking. What Preston didn't know was that the entire kidnapping was a performance I had choreographed myself, and every second of his betrayal was recorded in 4K. Now, I've successfully moved into the manor of the real king-his uncle, Francesco Lancaster. He thinks he's rescued a wounded bird, but he's actually invited a world-class predator into his home. The game is no longer about survival; it's about total destruction.”