His Antidote, Her Torment

Chapter 4

Word Count: 642 | Released on: 06/08/2025

soft beeping of a machine. My eyes fluttered

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pe ignited in my chest. "

hart. "A stranger. He paid for everythin

ust have been a dream. Julian ha

to visit. Not Julian, not his family, not mine. I was

the hospital, my pho

e to the mai

b to the Heath family mansion,

ding over Julian, who was on his knees. The old man was holding a heavy

cracked with fury. "After everything

l never accept that Gutierrez woman. You w

mine. There was no remorse in the

is the reason my life is a living hell.

ache in my chest, but it was dull now, dist

k, to tell him the tr

voice steady. "It do

t bear to be in the same roo

ght," Julian called after me, his voice

him and

e stretching between us. Arden had tried to make it a peaceful

come alone. Cassandra was on his

ith rage, but he remain

eat, the food tasting like ash in my mouth. I e

elope into my hands. "This is for you. Everyt

aid, my voice th

den said, his eyes full of regret. "

ad smile. "It'

y fate. This painful chapter

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blocked my path, his eyes searching my face. There was a strange, und

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His Antidote, Her Torment

Amelia Rivers Romance

“For five years, I was Julian Heath's dirty little secret. As the CEO of a tech empire, he was a king, but a rare neurotoxin made him a prisoner. My unique biochemistry was his only antidote, requiring hours of intimate contact to keep him alive. He was convinced I was the one who poisoned him-an obsessed stalker who had trapped him in a disgusting dependency. Tonight, he gave me the "attention" he said I always craved, live-streaming a video of our most private moments to a private auction. As the bids climbed, he introduced me to his new fiancée, Cassandra. She was his real savior, he announced. Her family had developed a permanent cure, derived from my own blood. After tonight, he would finally be free of me. He had it all wrong. I wasn't born with the antidote. I was a biochemist who spent a year in a hidden lab modifying my own genetic code, turning myself into a living cure to save the man I'd loved since childhood. He left me in that room with the live stream still playing, his laughter echoing down the hall. The love I had for him turned to ash. I walked out, found a payphone, and made a call to the only person who knew the truth. "I want you to help me fake my death."”