Three Years, One Cruel Lie

Chapter 8

Word Count: 732 | Released on: 15/08/2025

went to the cemetery early, a bouquet of his favorite whit

now." Tears streamed down my face, hot against my cold skin. "I' m leaving tomorrow. I don' t

ound my shoulders. He had promised my father he would take care of me, that he would always be on my side

a lie. Every

b at the cemetery gates, a hand clamped over my mouth from behind. A cloth reeking of chloroform was

. I was being thrown around, tossed like a bag of trash. I stru

ped from my head. Jaxon stood before me, flanked by two of his menacing securit

ed. "Maybe they didn' t mean

ts away with it. People need to know what happens when they cross Kr

d. Them? I was t

And Jaxon, my brilliant, powerful Jaxon, had fallen for it completel

t my voice was muffled by the

copter. Krystal feigned a gasp. "Jaxon, darling

smooth as ice. "I know what I' m doi

ocks and gravel. Then the helicopter ascended, lifting me into the air, only to drop me again. Over and over. My body was a rag

, I could see them. Jaxon had his arm around Krystal, pointing at me

seemed to detach from my broken body. I felt the final, brutal impac

away from my face. I saw Jaxon and Krystal walki

er, my own name a curse

th. So this was his love. This was his protection. He coul

bsession w

awareness, if he would ever regret t

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“For three years, my fiancé Jaxon kept me in a top Swiss clinic, helping me recover from the PTSD that shattered my life. When I was finally accepted into Juilliard, I booked a one-way ticket to New York, ready to surprise him and start our future. But as I was signing my discharge papers, the receptionist handed me an official certificate of recovery. It was dated a full year ago. She explained that my "medication" for the last twelve months had been nothing but vitamin supplements. I had been perfectly healthy, a prisoner held captive by forged medical reports and lies. I flew home and went straight to his private club, only to overhear him laughing with his friends. He was married. He had been for the entire three years I was locked away. "I've been handling Alina," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "A few tweaked reports, the right 'medication' to keep her foggy. It bought me the time I needed to secure my marriage to Krystal." The man who swore to protect me, the man I worshipped, had orchestrated my imprisonment. My love story was just a footnote in his. Later that night, his mother slid a check across the table. "Take this and disappear," she ordered. Three years ago, I had thrown a similar check in her face, declaring my love wasn't for sale. This time, I picked it up. "Alright," I said, my voice hollow. "I'll leave. After my father's death anniversary, Jaxon Francis will never find me again."”