Chapter 32
Chapter 32
“I’ll marry him. Serena doesn’t have to go.” I dropped the contract onto my father’s desk. “My price is one billion, and a legal letter severing all ties between me and the Harvey family.”
My father’s glass shattered against the floor. “A billion? You want to ruin us?”
A shard cut my ankle. I didn’t flinch. I just smiled at my parents. “Isn’t Serena worth it?”
He stared, suspicious. “Why agree now? I thought you loved Aaron.”
A laugh hurt my still–healing ribs. Two weeks ago, on my birthday, my ‘sister‘ Serena had me kidnapped. Her men broke three of my ribs, whipped my back, and locked me in a dark closet for a full day because they knew I was claustrophobic.
Aaron found me. His eyes were wet. “Stay with me, Louisa. We’re almost there.” I clung to his scent until the hospital.
I woke in agony. Outside my door, I heard his assistant: “The kidnappers confessed. It was Miss Harvey who hired them.”
Then Aaron’s voice, cold and mocking. “So Serena was telling the truth.”
“But sir, why did you pay to have her locked up another day? Her injuries were severe.”
“She loves playing victim. I gave her a real performance. I just told them to rough her up. She’s fragile.”
Lying there, a chill swept through me. That was the truth. Serena had framed me, and Aaron believed her.
When I was eighteen and brought home, Aaron chose me over everyone’s expectation that he’d pick Serena. He defended me fiercely then. That man was gone. That love was a lie.
I pushed the memory away. “Well? Have you decided?”
My parents exchanged a glance, thought of the monstrous Elliott heir, and finally nodded. They signed.
“You’ll get the money in seven days,” my father said flatly. “The wedding happens. You tell no one.”
I took the paper and left. A tearing ache filled my chest. The final proof: they never loved me. Only Serena.
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