Protecting My Vengeful Queen From The Shadows

Chapter 8

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than sound. The Harding's legal team, a trio of sharks in thousand-dollar suits,

in his official capacity as a consultant. He had handed her a bottle of water a

the room like a caged tiger, shooti

hospital's toxicology lab, walked in holding a sealed manila envel

the single sheet of paper inside. His p

have the results of the b

s's sample tested positive for signific

e air, ugly and undeniable. The confidence on the

d his gaze to a p

oximately one one-hundredth of that found in Ms. Haynes's system. The level is consistent with incidental conta

She was drugged. He was so

ther person in a locked room with a woman who had been drugged into a s

urted out, jumping to his feet. "It doesn

. Haynes was legally unable to give consent. And your client

n Brenton. Panic replaced his anger. He lunged towa

ou drugged yours

ged, Khloe

ion, she swung her open hand a

a gunshot in the

right red handprint bloomed on his chee

mall, satisfying price for the rele

eye, her voice low and sh

girl who was too w

im, her focus shifting to Officer Davies and a man in

and strong. "I wish to press charges. I want Brenton Harding

ge of the law. This wasn't an emoti

s office filed charges, the case was out of their hands. There would be no ba

ne. This was not a broken victim. This was a warrior, calmly and methodically sharpening he

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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.”