Protecting My Vengeful Queen From The Shadows

Chapter 5

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egan directing his colleagues to tape off the area, his presence immediately turning the chaoti

d to intercept him. "Officer, I'm Britteny Har

. "Ma'am, please step behind the line.

irst time, had met a wal

the press. His focus was entirely on Khloe. He walked directly to

They were dark, steady, and held a flic

w and soothing. "I'm a special consultant for the NYPD. I special

's heart gave a strange lurch. It was him. The voice from her final moments. The man who ha

lean the wound with an expert's touch. His movements were gentle, precise,

ally dropped at cocktail parties to boost her own status-was here. And he was kneeling, touching that gutter trash with a tenderness she had never

ice still low, meant only for her. "Did he do any

pectful of her privacy. It made her feel

past him, she raised her voice so

toxicology screen. For

ho had been whispering urgen

believe I was drugged with Roh

. "That's an invasive proc

the space. "The victim's request is standard procedure and essential f

d curtly. "Done. I'll have a unit escort

just slammed the door on their b

it felt impossibly warm as he draped it over Khloe's shoulders. The fabric smelled faintly of pine and clean li

g hers. "Just follow the procedure. No one c

ightmare, Khloe felt a flicker of something other

and looked up at the man who had, in two se

Doctor," s

hed Alvan's lips, there

escorted by a female officer. And Brenton, his head bandaged and hi

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Protecting My Vengeful Queen From The Shadows

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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.”