Protecting My Vengeful Queen From The Shadows

Chapter 7

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tion room, a female officer at her side. The sleeve of Alvan's jacket was pushed up, revealing a clean

ather's lawyers. A neat square of gauze was taped to his temple. He loo

. The cameras descended like vultur

ny comment on t

engageme

comment," like a mantra, try

rectly in front of Khloe. His eyes were a storm of confusion, ange

ce low so only she could hear. "Stop this madness. Co

ght this was a tantrum. That he could offer h

at him, her expr

g off his own bloody, rumpled custom-made jacket. The plan was obvious: to drape it over her shoulders, a pub

eyes locked

the wedding photo. The one he had on when he told her to die.

to touch her, she reached o

enton's face. He thought she wa

berate motion, she turned to the wall. Next to a fire extinguisher was

CONTAMINATED

into the bin. It landed among used gloves and bloody g

he corridor, followed by a deafe

ed into a mask of pure, unadulterated f

entire world exactly w

o face him, her eye

ed to put a drug in my drink," she

er voice dropping to a whisper

died in that hotel room. You'

ainty, made the hair on Brenton's arms stand up.

th for her to the waiting police car that would take her to the precinct. She left Bre

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Protecting My Vengeful Queen From The Shadows

Bai Bian Modern

“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.”