Gavin, get a grip. The moment you locked me in that basement, everything between us ended. Don’t come near me again. I don’t want to see you.”
I told my driver to call security. They removed him, and I gave orders that he was never to be let near the building again.
Later, I heard Gavin had lost his mind. He lived in a mountain cave, muttering nonsense to himself.
One night, he stabbed a few security guards working late. During the struggle, one of them fractured his skull. He bled out and died.
After our IPO, my life only grew busier. My net worth soared, and I made the list of the top richest women.
That same year, Spencer proposed to me–and transferred his shares to my name.
I became the company’s largest shareholder.
He told me he had fallen in love with me back in college and and had been carrying a torch for me for a decade.
With the blessing of friends and family, we held a grand wedding.
I stood in a pristine white gown, gazing at my parents not far away.
Beside me was the man who gave me love and power.
In my hands: a bouquet woven with pearls, diamonds, and fresh blooms.
My parents were safe, my future was bright, and this life–this time–I had won.
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