Secret Love One Cruel Lie for Revenge novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5 She Can’t Die Without My Say-So 

First, Brooke had used the excuse of her “stomach pain” to summon Dominic away from me, wrapping it in sweetness while taunting me behind the scenes. Then she revealed, piece by piece, the revenge they had been orchestrating for years, as if recounting a love story instead of a conspiracy. By the time I returned home and found the hidden camera Dominic had installed, something inside me finally collapsed. I never wanted to step into that place again. 

Even Dominic didn’t understand what was happening to him. For five years, he had followed Brooke’s plan without deviation, convincing himself it was justice. But now, replaying everything in his mind, he felt as if he were watching a stranger — a cruel, calculating man he barely recognized. For the first time, the word bastard echoed uncomfortably in his own head. 

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Brooke grabbed his arm, shaking her head urgently. “No, Dominic, listen to me,” she insisted. “I only told her those things to keep her calm. I was afraid she wouldn’t show up to the wedding.” Her voice trembled convincingly, but her eyes were sharp. 

“You pushed her to her death,” he said hoarsely. 

The accusation snapped something inside him. He hurled his phone to the ground, and it shattered across the rooftop in a spray of glass. Brooke flinched, then immediately switched expressions, shrinking back with wounded fragility. 

“Dominic, you’re scaring me,” she whispered. “What’s wrong with you? Don’t tell me that girl’s death is making you waver.” Her tone hardened. “Have you forgotten? If it weren’t for her father Thomas, we wouldn’t have been separated in the first place.” 

“And besides,” she continued coldly, “have they even found a body? For all we know, the father and daughter are putting on a show to dodge responsibility.” In her mind, my disappearance solved everything. If I were gone, no one could ever threaten her place beside him. 

He had promised her countless times that Kristen meant nothing. Still, five years of intimacy isn’t something you can simply erase. Who could guarantee that feelings hadn’t crept in somewhere along the way? 

Dominic straightened abruptly, as if jolted awake. “You’re right,” he muttered, clinging to the thought. “This has to be a stunt.” If he could just find me, if he could prove I was alive, then the guilt clawing at his chest would vanish. 

“As long as we ask Thomas, we’ll know where Kristen is.” 

He rushed down from the rooftop, only to learn that Thomas had already gone to the search- and-rescue team. Without hesitation, Dominic followed. 

Behind im, are you going?” 

He didn’t turn around. 

Downstairs, whispers rippled through the wedding hall. Guests exchanged uneasy glances, and the buzz that had once been admiration turned into speculation. “Wasn’t this the wedding he’d dreamed of for years?” someone murmured. “Then why did he just abandon the bride?” 

“Who’s this Kristen they keep mentioning?” another asked. “Is he going after her?” 

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