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My Death Was Just The Start

My Death Was Just The Start

Author: Snootie
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1062    |    Released on: Today at 19:51

elor who had finally found peace with my lovi

iage led me to a hotel penthouse, whe

d heirs, and I was their project. They destroyed my career,

smaid at their wedding-the o

ed my traumatic past and then tried to mar

broken, a text fro

eam. She had a heart attack.

window and jumped. They thought they had er

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g boyfriend, and Barbara, my supportive best friend. Then the phone rang, a desperate voice on the other end threatening suicide over a forced marriage, and

one had once helped me. Every day, I sat in that quiet room, listening, guiding, and offering a lifeline. My own past, a dark cloud

er's fists. Jasper. He moved away when we were fifteen. I

e, almost midnight. Tomorrow was my wedding d

ine, this

e talked about a wedding tomorrow. Not his choice, h

ad found my way out. My recovery was a testament to resilience, a journey I undertook with the unwavering support of Dexter and Barbara. Dexter, my fiancé, a kind

t hope. I told him my story, a little bit, about finding light aft

ded... different. A strange echo, almost familiar.

ntley Tower. The penthouse suite. My blood ran cold. The Bentley Tower was where Dexter and I booked our bridal suite

floors, the elevator feeling too slow. The door

pagne bottles lay empty. And then I saw them. I

ght, sharp and painful. That dragon. I knew it. Dexter. My Dexter.

y fiancé. My best friend. They lay tangled togeth

d swam. It was a punch to my gut, a knife to my h

t higher, covering her face. Dexter s

same voice from the phone call, now raw

t, pale with fury. "Ella! What did you

voice cracked, barel

om the bed, her grip bruising. "It's over. T

se of the names the police were muttering. But...

omising forever. Barbara' s arms around me, calling me her sister. It was

he realization crashed over me, a tidal wave of betrayal.

r blow. "Heir to Newman Tech. Their largest donor. And Barbara Swanson? His fian

Their funding. It all

stated, her eyes cold. "Pack

ld dissolved into tears, into nothing. Everything I buil

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“My wedding was tomorrow. I was a crisis counselor who had finally found peace with my loving fiancé, Dexter, and my best friend, Barbara. A late-night call about a forced marriage led me to a hotel penthouse, where I found them naked in bed together. It was all a cruel, three-year "savior game." They were bored heirs, and I was their project. They destroyed my career, caused me to lose our baby, and put my mother in the hospital. They forced me to be a bridesmaid at their wedding-the one that should have been mine. In front of hundreds of guests, they exposed my traumatic past and then tried to marry me off to a drunken stranger as a joke. As I stood there, broken, a text from Barbara arrived. "Your mother saw the livestream. She had a heart attack. She's not going to make it." With nothing left, I ran to the 20th-floor window and jumped. They thought they had erased me. But my death was just the beginning.”