Protecting My Vengeful Queen From The Shadows

Chapter 4

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ernity of flashing lights and hushed, frantic whispers.

e a Chanel suit the color of cream, not a single blonde hair out of pl

the remaining press, a tight, c

family disagreement that got out of hand. I'm sure we can sort this out." She w

oe, who was still being shielded by security. Britteny

reaching for her hand. "You

back as if she'd bee

eplaced by more compassion. "Khloe, I know you're upset. But we're family. Let's no

to paint Khloe as hysterical, ungrateful, and irrational. A few rep

n a makeshift bandage from a security guard's fir

ile, but it sent a shive

d in the tense silence. "Which home is that, Britteny? The one where

ered. Her eyes darted

u mean the home where for my eighteenth birthday, your mother gave m

ripples of doubt, cracking the flawless facade of the Harding family. The repor

ce turning accusatory. "Were you waiting nearby? Wait

ng the implicatio

e thing your idea

ny lost her composure for the

!" she snapped, her

he press needed. Her perfect mask had s

ze to a reporter with a large camera

rding's attempted assault. I want them to investigate the conspir

ore. She was on the attack, dragging h

r off, but it was too late. The words were out,

tsteps echoed from the end of th

e stay right w

weapon. The other was a man in a dark, impeccably tailored suit. He moved with

from the ambulance

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“Khloe was pinned inside a crushed car, cold metal piercing her abdomen as she slowly bled to death on the highway. Desperate and fading, she called her fiancé, Brenton, for help. But the call connected to the sound of an orchestra and a cheering crowd. He was marrying a billionaire heiress that very day, standing at the altar in the custom suit Khloe had spent six months tailoring for him. "I was in an accident... Please help me," she begged, coughing up blood. "Don't play these games," Brenton hissed with pure venom. "It would be better for everyone if you just disappeared. Die, for all I care." The line went dead. The silence was heavier than the twisted metal crushing her. As she flatlined in the back of an ambulance, memories of her pathetic life flashed before her. She was just the orphaned daughter of their driver, a charity case they bullied, used, and discarded. His sister stole her designs, and Brenton's love was nothing but a manipulative chain to control her. She had given that family her entire life, her talent, and her heart. Why did her absolute devotion only earn her a cruel, lonely death while he celebrated his new marriage? When Khloe opened her eyes again, the agonizing pain was gone. She was standing in the Waldorf Astoria suite, wearing the pristine white silk gown from her engagement party a year ago. Staring at the drugged champagne Brenton expected her to drink, she picked up a heavy crystal decanter instead. This time, she would make the rules.”