Chapter 1
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A suffocating silence hung around me, broken only by the chilling skitter of rats. I had no idea where they were keeping me, just that these were the most desperate hours of my life. The kidnappers' faces remained blurred shadows, their voices low and raspy—like demons crawling from the depths of hell. I thrashed against my bindings until every muscle screamed in protest. Useless.
Just when I thought I'd die in this hellhole, gunfire erupted outside. My heart leaped—rescue? Was it Julian? My fiancé, the golden heir to the Thorne empire, the man who'd cherished me since childhood—surely he'd come for me.
The gunshots drew closer, punctuated by heavy breathing and the dull thuds of combat.
Julian's voice cut through the chaos—deep, powerful, commanding.
Warmth flooded my chest. My Julian. My hero. He'd really come.
The dilapidated wooden door splintered open, flooding my prison with blinding light. I squeezed my eyes shut against the sudden glare.
When I dared to look again, Julian's tall figure dominated the doorway. A black handgun gleamed in his grip, his expression hard as granite, his gaze razor-sharp.
Several Thorne security personnel flanked him, one helping my stepsister Seraphina to her feet from the corner.
Seraphina's face was pale, her hair artfully disheveled. She looked terrified—until her eyes met Julian's. Then her expression instantly transformed into something fragile and innocent.
"Eleanor!" Julian's voice carried a hint of anxiety as he strode toward me and untied my wrists. The rough hemp had carved angry red welts into my skin that burned with every movement. I opened my mouth to speak when he suddenly shoved me aside.
"Don't move!" he barked, his gaze fixed not on me but past my shoulder at something behind me.
Before I could react, a deafening gunshot cracked through the air.
The bullet whistled past my ear with a rush of hot air, followed instantly by a violent impact to my left shoulder.
My entire body jolted as if struck by lightning. Pain exploded through me like shattered glass, my vision swimming with darkness as I toppled backward.
As I fell, I caught a glimpse of Julian's profile—his expression cold and unmoved, as if the bullet had struck nothing of consequence.
They took me to the Thorne family's private hospital. When I finally clawed my way back to consciousness, morning light was already streaming through the windows.
The sharp sting of disinfectant filled my nostrils. My left shoulder was swaddled in thick bandages, each breath sending jagged shards of pain through my chest.
I tried to push myself up, but my body betrayed me—too weak to even lift a hand.
Then I heard it—whispers outside my door. I froze, holding my breath to listen. Julian's voice, mingled with Seraphina's.
"…That shot, did you really aim for her heart?" Seraphina's voice quivered, but beneath the tremor lay something else—a sickening excitement.
My heart plummeted like a stone in icy water. Her heart? The shot wasn't to save me, but to…
"Of course." Julian's voice was glacial, stripped of all emotion. "I had to be certain. She was too headstrong—the name Eleanor Vance needs to disappear from the Thorne family's list of heirs."
"But… what if the Vance family discovers…" Seraphina's voice carried a note of concern.
"No." Julian cut her off, his tone dripping with arrogance. "I've erased all evidence at the scene. Everyone will believe I was trying to save you, and she was hit by a stray bullet. Besides, with her attitude, she never deserved to be the mistress of the Thorne estate. You do, Seraphina. You're perfect for me."
Seraphina's laugh was soft but triumphant. "She's been bossing me around since we were kids, always flaunting her status as the direct heir. Now she'll finally pay for her arrogance. Julian, you did what needed to be done. Someone like her deserves to vanish completely."
My head buzzed as if pierced by a thousand needles at once.
Ten years.
Ten years of friendship. Ten years of shared secrets and tender moments. Ten years of dreams woven together for our future.
All of it—a cruel joke. My fiancé, the man I thought would love me forever, had tried to murder me to protect my conniving stepsister.
I closed my eyes, hot tears sliding silently down my cheeks.
Not from physical pain, but from a heart shattered beyond repair.
I'd thought my life was perfect—born into privilege, engaged to a handsome, wealthy man who adored me. Now I saw it for what it was: a one-sided fantasy.
Enough. I'd had enough.
I opened my eyes, all weakness and confusion burned away, replaced by icy resolve. Julian Thorne, you think you can rest easy believing I'm as good as dead? No. I won't give you that satisfaction. I'll not only survive—I'll thrive. And I'll make you watch as I marry another man, knowing you've lost me forever.
The door swung open as Julian strode in, his face a masterpiece of calculated concern.
He approached my bedside and leaned close, his voice honey-sweet as if soothing a frightened child. "Eleanor, you're awake? How do you feel? Scared? Don't worry, I'm right here."
I met his gaze with eyes like frozen lakes—not a ripple of emotion to be found.
He thought I knew nothing, still playing his part. How pathetic. How utterly transparent.
"What are you doing here?" My voice rasped from disuse, but the ice in my tone was unmistakable.
Julian flinched, clearly surprised by my tone. He recovered quickly, sighing softly as he reached for my forehead. I jerked away from his touch.
"Eleanor, I know you're frightened and upset." He withdrew his hand, his expression a perfect mask of wounded concern. "But you shouldn't treat me this way. I risked everything to save you. Don't you understand how I feel?"
"Feelings?" I sneered, wincing as pain shot through my chest. "Your feelings nearly got me killed."
Julian's expression froze for a split second before he masked it with practiced tenderness. "Eleanor, I know you're upset about that stray bullet. But it was an accident, darling! How could I ever hurt you? You're my fiancée, my future bride!"
"Fiancée?" I spat the word like poison, my gaze cutting into him. "Julian Thorne, do you honestly believe I'd still marry you?"
His expression hardened, then twisted into something coldly arrogant. "Eleanor, enough of this nonsense. What other options do you have? Thanks to me, your reputation precedes you—with all those rumors, what other family would take you? Besides me and the Thornes, who would have you? Remember your place—you're the Vance heir, and your marriage was never yours to decide."
He paused, his voice dripping with condescension. "Of course, if you truly can't stand Seraphina, I could send her away. But she saved me, after all—I can't just cast her aside. I'll still give you a position—mistress of the Thorne estate, perhaps. Or a concubine. Seraphina will stay in another capacity. Your handmaid, maybe. I'll have her help 'discipline' you, teach you the proper ways of the Thorne family."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Concubine? Handmaid? He actually had the gall to suggest that I—the direct heir to the Vance fortune—should become his concubine and let my stepsister "discipline" me? The sheer audacity!
"Julian Thorne," I said, each syllable sharp as broken glass, "you are completely delusional."
He merely smiled, smug and self-assured. "Eleanor, stop being childish. Do you really think you can escape me? Your father, Richard Vance, already promised you to me—it's the foundation of our families' alliance. And don't forget, that Iris Brooch your mother left you is the symbol of our engagement."
The Iris Brooch… my mother's only keepsake, my most treasured possession. I instinctively reached for my chest, finding nothing but empty space.
"Where's my brooch?" I bolted upright, ignoring the searing pain in my shoulder.
Julian's eyes flickered with something dark. He pulled the brooch from his pocket, but instead of returning it, he turned toward the door. Seraphina stood there, her eyes lighting up greedily at the sight of my mother's heirloom.
"Julian, you—" I gasped.
But he was already pinning the brooch to Seraphina's chest, his movements tender as if handling a priceless artifact.
"Seraphina, this brooch belongs to you now." Julian's voice was warm with affection. "It represents the Thorne family's recognition—you are the future mistress of the Thorne estate."
A smug smile bloomed across Seraphina's face. She shot me a triumphant glance before feigning shyness and nestling against Julian. "Julian, you're too kind. But… won't Eleanor be upset?"
"Why should I care if she's upset?" Julian shot me a contemptuous glance, then pulled a cheap silver bracelet from his pocket and tossed it onto my bed. "Eleanor, this trinket suits you better. That brooch? With your attitude, you never deserved it anyway."
He had the nerve to add: "If you hadn't insisted on dragging everyone to that charity dinner, Seraphina would never have been kidnapped. You brought this on yourself!"
I stared at the cheap bracelet, then at my mother's precious brooch now adorning Seraphina's chest. Rage surged through me like wildfire.
"Julian Thorne!" I hurled the bracelet to the floor with a sharp clatter. I forced myself out of bed, each movement sending daggers of pain through my shoulder. I didn't care. I lunged toward Seraphina, reaching for my mother's brooch.
"Give it back!" I snarled.
Seraphina shrieked in alarm, jerking backward with exaggerated fear. The brooch snapped, its jagged edge slicing her finger. Blood welled instantly from the cut.
"Ah!" Seraphina wailed, her eyes instantly brimming with tears. "Eleanor, how could you? I was just standing here…"
She shot Julian a pitiful look. His expression darkened to thunder as he pulled Seraphina behind him protectively, glaring daggers at me.
"Eleanor, you've gone too far!" Julian's voice shook with rage. "How dare you attack Seraphina! Have you completely lost your mind?"
"Lost my mind?" I laughed bitterly, glaring at Seraphina's theatrical display. "Who just tried to kill me? Who's been taking credit for someone else's heroism? Seraphina, don't pretend—you weren't the one who saved me back then!"
Seraphina's face went chalk-white before she quickly recovered her fragile facade. She touched the dazzling diamond necklace at her throat, her voice dripping with false innocence. "Eleanor, what are you saying? I risked everything to save you, and this is how you thank me? Are you jealous that my 'Tears of Stars' necklace outshines your little brooch?"
I stared at the ostentatious diamonds around her neck, then at my mother's broken brooch on the floor. My heart twisted with grief.
My mother's legacy, shattered in an instant.
Julian's lips curled into a strange smile. "Eleanor, didn't you know? Your father, Richard Vance, has already arranged another marriage for you. He secretly betrothed you to the man who actually saved your life years ago—Ethan Kale. He thought this would free him from me, from the Thorne family's influence. He was wrong."
He paused, his eyes gleaming with naked ambition. "Eleanor, I'll make you heir to both families. I'll announce a 'double marriage' between the Thornes and Vances. You and Seraphina will both be mine—you as primary wife, Seraphina as concubine. The entire Vance fortune will fall into my hands!"
He was completely unhinged! He actually fantasized about owning us both like property while devouring my family's fortune!
I stared at his arrogant face, something snapping inside me.
I shrugged off his coat—the same one that once brought me comfort but now felt contaminated. I tossed it to the floor like the garbage it was.
I snatched up my mother's broken brooch and lunged, driving its jagged edge toward his chest.
"Julian Thorne," I hissed, each word a dagger, my eyes burning with cold fury, "in your goddamn dreams! You will never marry me! NEVER!"
