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His Vengeance, My Deliverance

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 654    |    Released on: 21/06/2025

was thick with expensive perfume and the low murmur of high-society chatt

never sent me

the room, Eleanor, looking like a tragic porcelain doll in her white dress.

stood beside me, his hand resti

whisper. She took a step, then another,

ched her, a flicker of something

of champagne flutes. The crash silenced the room. She snatched a

anor

oved. But not towar

ter, sending a tray of drinks crashing to the floo

hed to Elea

devotion. He carefully took the glass from her hand, cradli

from the dramatic scene to me, the dis

s met mine over Eleanor' s shoulder

ncée close and pointed

slut, a gold-digger! She dr

nous. Whispers erupted. "Disgusting." "From the

omforted her, all while his eyes burned into me, a silent promis

out of

ragged me away, my bare legs scraping against the broken glass on

red, his voice a venomous caress. "But this tim

the guards, his voice loud enoug

fun with her. And make sure she can'

, their grips tigh

on, the raw, brutal truth of his hatred-it all crashed over me. But as they s

ent

g. Freezing. The agony of a forced miscarriage. It a

. This was hell

dress, I closed my eyes and spoke to th

. I' m abandoni

answered in my mind, a so

oned. Subject Chloe will be extrac

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His Vengeance, My Deliverance
His Vengeance, My Deliverance
“For eight lifetimes, I endured Julian Blackwood' s contempt, believing I could "rehabilitate" him and redeem my system-granted freedom, my student debt gone, my mother's cancer cured. In my eighth attempt, I mistakenly fell in love and became pregnant, only for him to force a brutal miscarriage, branding me a "vessel of filth" before drowning me. A system glitch prevented my usual reset, leaving me a ghost witnessing Julian confess to a hologram of his dead fiancée, Eleanor Vance. "Just one more time," he whispered to her, "I only need to kill her one more time." My mission was a lie: I was "the filth," his target for a relentless, repeating revenge across nine lives, the tenth meant to "reset the world" for him. He wasn't a man to save; he was a monster. The profound injustice and betrayal of realizing my entire existence had been a meticulously planned, endless torment ignited a cold fury within me. My suffering was merely an instrument of his personal vendetta, not a path to rehabilitation. Then, the world corrupted. "Reset Initiated. Final Loop Engaged." I gasped awake at Julian's engagement party, sent back further than ever before. This wasn' t another chance to heal him-it was my final, terrifying loop to finally escape the monster who' d orchestrated my nine lives of hell. I was done playing his game.”
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