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Sold To The Shadow King: Reborn Revenge

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 703 | Released on: 03/03/2026

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shed with victory. Around him stood three men in suits-his camp

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had drugged her. The man who had sold her.

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vaulted ceiling. It was sh

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darkening. He lunged forward to grab her,

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into a ball on the floor. "Blood... there w

with fiction, painting a pict

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arning tone. "Mrs. Burris is in a state of sev

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trying to regain his dignity while nurs

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draped in black velvet, leaning on a silver-tipped c

her," Hansford said qu

own at Gina. "A hysterical wife is a li

er tears. She saw the co

ed, looking directly at Elbert

ortably. Now the mother was in

. "I have never touched

rs," Hansford ordered, d

eaned heavily on her, sobbing into her

they turned the corner into the upper hallway, out of

ne. She wiped her face w

ady and cold. "His left cheek is swelling. He'll have

admiration in her eyes. "That was a

id. She walked toward her bedroom door. "Now

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Sold To The Shadow King: Reborn Revenge

CHRISTINE ROBINSON Modern

“My husband, Hansford Burris, told me tonight was the most important night of his campaign. He handed me a glass of champagne, his face a perfect mask of concern, telling me to drink up so I could relax before meeting the "Shadow King" of D.C. who could secure his political future. I didn't know the golden liquid was laced with a high-dose sedative and hallucinogens. He hadn't brought me to this luxury hotel to celebrate; he had brought me here to be sold, trading my body to a stranger in exchange for a seat of power. In my past life, I trusted him. I drank the poison, woke up shattered, and spent the next five years being tormented by his abusive mother and publicly replaced by his mistress. I was eventually cornered and murdered by the very man I had supported with my family's fortune, my death staged as a tragic accident to gain him sympathy votes. To him, I wasn't a wife or a partner. I was just an "asset" with a shelf life, a merchant's good to be traded away. As the life left my body, I couldn't understand how the man who promised to love me forever could watch me choke without a hint of regret. Opening my eyes again, I was back in the St. Regis Hotel on October 14th, exactly five years ago. Hansford was standing there in his polished Armani suit, extending the same glass of drugged champagne toward me. "Gina, darling? Are you alright? Here. Drink this. It will help you relax." Looking at his handsome, lying face, I felt a cold clarity wash over me. I wasn't the naive rabbit he remembered. I took the glass, but I didn't swallow a single drop. This time, I was going to burn his world to the ground.”