Chapter 9
I woke up in a hospital bed.
And somehow, the internet had completely turned around on me.
Isabella leaked that video of me and the bank executive to destroy my reputation, to ruin my life with a dead man’s sins.
But she forgot one thing.
I was the most pitiful, most undeniable victim in the entire story.
The girl I’d paid to check on me posted about it online:
“So this really pretty lady hired me for the weirdest job. She’s young, maybe mid-twenties, but she’s dying of cancer.”
“She paid me fifty grand just to… collect her body when she’s gone. Apparently, she used to live around here. Her parents died in a car crash a few years ago, and now she’s all alone. No family. No one to bury her…”
The post went viral.
Some people felt sorry for me. Others related-they were sick too, facing their own countdowns. A few admired how calmly I seemed to be facing death.
They tried to figure out who I was. And when they did, the comments went quiet.
“I know her! Ava and I were in the same cancer support group three years ago. She was so kind. One time I threw up everywhere during a flare-up, and even though she was feeling awful herself, she helped me clean up. Got me water. Told me to keep fighting…”
“Yeah, I worked with her at the bar. Lot of rich guys tried to pay her to be their mistress. She always said no. Only worked day shifts. Later found out she had cancer and was just trying to afford treatment. She was a good kid. Worked her ass off.”
For three years, I’d been hiding from Jackson, living like a rat in the gutter.
But even rats leave tracks.
And the internet found mine.
People started piecing it together. The woman they thought was a gold-digging homewrecker had actually been working herself to the bone for three years-taking double shifts, collapsing from exhaustion, never once taking the easy way out.
And if I’d been diagnosed with cancer three years ago… why would I suddenly start sleeping with powerful men right when my time was running out?
“For her boyfriend, obviously. I saw her at a business dinner once. Pretty sure Isabella was the one who brought her…”
Then someone noticed a pattern.
Every investor Isabella had brought to Jackson? Lined up perfectly with the men I’d been forced to sleep with. The timing matched too-almost to the day.
And just as people were starting to connect the dots, a bombshell dropped:
“That bank executive in the video? That was my old boss. He randomly approved a huge loan for Jackson Reed’s company, and I never understood why. Guess now I know.”
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“And I remember-the person who brought Ava to that dinner and introduced her to him? That was Isabella.”
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Ruby Walker is a rising voice in the world of romance and spicy fiction. With a gift for weaving deep emotions, sizzling chemistry, and unexpected twists, her stories are a blend of passion and drama that captivate readers from start to finish. Ruby’s writing style is bold and irresistible—perfect for those who crave intense, addictive love stories.

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