His Antidote, Her Torment

Chapter 5

Word Count: 659 | Released on: 06/08/2025

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tired to argue, t

waiting in the backseat, her expression a mixture of impatie

said to me, her voice sha

door for me. It was a small, meaningless gesture,

eat, Cassandra chattered on, her voice grating on my nerves. She was t

hands tight on the steering wheel. I c

wanted a wedding by the sea,"

childish dream I had shared with him when we wer

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the crushed dashboard. Pain

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sped, the smell of fuel fillin

eg free, but it was

tears of pain and desperat

as focused only on Cassandra, unbuckling her seatbelt

led car, the smell of g

, I grabbed it, the sharp edges cutting into my hand. I didn't care. I

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one last time, a fi

his arms. He turned, and for a split second, ou

d erupted in

me clear of the wreckage, my body

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uld never a

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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."”