Willow Davis thought she knew her husband Lucas, until she discovered his secret affair. But the betrayal runs deeper as Lucas learned she is barren, turning their once-loving relationship into a nightmare of abuse. Barely escaping death, Willow is reborn as Amber Reign, the daughter of a billionaire. With a new face and identity, and a burning desire for vengeance, she meticulously plans to confront those who wronged her. Will Willow's pursuit of justice bring redemption, or will it lead her down a treacherous path? And in her mission for revenge, will she lose herself in the process? Or will she forgive and forget?
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I watched as the clock on the wall ticked closer to midnight, my heart pounding in my chest. Lucas was late again. He had been coming home later and later these past few weeks, leaving me alone in our opulent mansion. Tonight, I couldn't bear it any longer. The worry and frustration boiled within me, threatening to spill over.
As the clock ticked away, each passing second intensified my fury. As the door swung open, Lucas entered the room with a demeanor that exuded arrogance, igniting fiery anger within me. Our eyes locked, and in that fleeting instant, a hint of remorse flashed across his face. However, it swiftly vanished, replaced by a disdainful stare that ignited a surge of boiling rage within me.
I jumped to my feet, anger fueling my words. "Lucas, where have you been? I've been waiting for hours! I want us to talk!”
Lucas casually shrugged his shoulders, assuming a relaxed posture as he settled into the chair opposite me. "What is there really to discuss, Willow? I lead a hectic life, and I have pressing matters that demand my attention, far more crucial than the baseless accusations you're making."
Baseless accusations? How dare he belittle the pain I had endured! I gripped the armrest of the chair, my knuckles turning white. "Baseless? Do you think I'm a fool, Lucas? You are avoiding me acting like I have contagious disease!”
Lucas reclined in his seat, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Even if such allegations were valid, what significance would they hold? You should consider yourself fortunate to be wedded to a man of my caliber and standing. I'm a catch, Willow, and you should consider yourself lucky."
The audacity of his words sent a surge of anger coursing through my veins. I stood up, my voice quivering with fury. "Lucky? You think being married to you is a privilege? All I've ever wanted was your love and faithfulness, Lucas. I'm not asking for too much!"
Lucas rose to his feet, towering over me. "Love and faithfulness? Those are things for ordinary people, Willow. I have responsibilities, a legacy to uphold. You knew all of this would happen the day you marry me,"
My heart shattered at his callous words. Tears are starting to form in my eyes, but I'm restraining them from falling. I need to be strong. "I thought our marriage was built on love, not power and wealth? I thought we were partners, supporting and cherishing each other? But all I've seen is betrayal and indifference."
My husband scoffed, he looked so cold and distant to me. "You've always been naïve, Willow. The concept of love is a lavish indulgence beyond our means. You are merely a pawn in this intricate game, and I will exploit any advantage available to solidify my position," he stated, his words slicing through me like a sharp blade, leaving behind a path of destruction.
I recoiled, taking a hesitant step backward, my voice barely audible as a faint whisper escaped my lips.
"Is this the man you've become, Lucas? A heartless puppeteer, manipulating those around you? Would your family be happy about this?"
His expression twisted with fury, and he advanced towards me, his voice dripping with venom. "You hold no authority to speak about my family. They hate you, Willow. They perceive you for what you truly are—an opportunistic individual who cunningly infiltrated my life."
His words crashed into me like a tempest, the impact of his betrayal and cruelty unbearable. The floodgates I had desperately tried to keep shut broke open, and tears cascaded down my cheeks, an uncontrollable stream of anguish.
"I loved you, Lucas. I loved you with every fiber of my being, and this is how you repay me?” With each word he uttered, my heart shattered into a million pieces.
The anguish in my chest grew, consuming me whole. My voice cracked as I tried to speak through my tears, my voice now a desperate plea. "How can you say that? How can you believe such lies? I may not come from a wealthy family, but my love for you was genuine. I would have given you the world, Lucas…”
His face contorted with annoyance as he shrugged off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the nearby chair. "Don't start with me, Willow. I have lots of things to do. I can't be tied down to this house like some useless trophy wife."
His words pierced me deeply, inflicting emotional wounds that felt as sharp as a blade, and tears welled up in my eyes. I had sacrificed everything, surrendering my whole being to him, placing my trust in our love and envisioning a future of marital bliss.
But lately, it seemed like our relationship was crumbling before my eyes. Desperation took hold of me as I reached out, grasping onto Lucas's arm. "Please, Lucas, I just want your love and attention. I want to feel like your wife, not just a burden."
He shook off my grip, his voice laced with venom. "You think I don't know that? You think I enjoy this? But what good are you to me if you can't even give me the one thing I need? A child. You're barren, Willow. Useless! And I feel so ashamed!”
His words landed with the impact of a physical blow, the force knocking the wind out of me. I had cherished visions of building a family with Lucas, of weaving a tapestry of affection and joy in our shared existence. However, in that moment, those dreams shattered into a million fragments, replaced by a pervasive bitterness and a growing resentment.
Tears streamed relentlessly down my cheeks, my voice quivering with desperation as I implored him, "Lucas, I'm willing to do anything. I'll seek out other medical opinions, explore every possible treatment option. Just grant me a sliver of hope, please."
Lucas scoffed dismissively, his gaze frigid and detached. It's too late for that, Willow. You’ve tried that million times already. I have reached a firm decision. I believe I deserve a partner who can fulfill my desires, someone capable of securing my inheritance. It pains me to say this, but you simply do not measure up."
His words struck my heart like a dagger, kindling a fiery anger within me. How could he treat me with such disregard? After all the trials we had faced together, how could he dismiss me so thoughtlessly? I refused to succumb to the role of a helpless victim.
As I went to our master’s bedroom, tears cascaded down my cheeks unabated. To my surprise, Lucas trailed behind me, shedding his attire and adorning himself in garments designed to captivate. The room became saturated with the alluring aroma of an enchanting cologne, and the realization struck me with the force of a blow to the core. I’m sure he was preparing to go to a bar, seeking pleasure in the arms of another woman. The disrespect and pain washed over me, intensifying the torrent of emotions already swirling within me.
I found myself overwhelmed by a rush of intense emotions, a potent blend of anger and anguish coursing through my veins. I pivoted, directing my gaze squarely at him, my voice quivering with a blend of feelings encompassing betrayal and a deep sense of yearning. "Is this what our marriage has come to, Lucas? You're not satisfied with tearing me apart emotionally; now you seek to humiliate me by flaunting your infidelity?"
A cruel smirk played on his lips as he took pleasure in my anguish. "Oh, Willow, you thought I would be home alone, pining for a barren wife? I'm going out tonight, and I'll be having a hell of a sexy fun time. You should've known your place from the beginning."
The heartless utterance seared into my soul, igniting a previously untapped wellspring of wrath within me. The weight of frustration bore down on me, evident in the tears pooling in my eyes as I summoned the courage to address him directly.
My voice quivered with a potent blend of indignation and sorrow as I posed the question that gnawed at my core. "Lucas, how can you do this to me? Is this the man I married? The man who promised to love and cherish me? You have become nothing more than a heartless shell, devoid of any decency or compassion."
Lucas chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with a twisted pleasure. "Decency and compassion? Those are for weaklings, Willow. I've grown tired of your weakness. You couldn't give me what I wanted, and now you're nothing more than an obstacle I must discard."
His words cut through me like a knife, but I refused to let him see me crumble. I took a step closer, my voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and determination. "You may see me as weak, Lucas, but I will not allow your cruelty to define me. I deserve respect, love, and loyalty. If you cannot provide those, then I will find them elsewhere."
A surge of anger flared in Lucas's eyes as he closed the distance between us, his voice dripping with contempt. "You think anyone else would want you? A barren woman with nothing to offer? You're delusional, Willow. No one will ever love you, you’re an incomplete woman,"
I fought back the tears threatening to spill over, refusing to let him see my vulnerability. "Perhaps you're right, Lucas. Perhaps it's true that no one else may extend their love to me, but I refuse to remain confined within the suffocating walls of a loveless union, weighed down by your poisonous aura. I deserve to have happiness, even if it entails embracing solitude."
Lucas's face twisted with rage as he raised his hand, a cruel gesture poised to strike me down emotionally once again. But this time, I wouldn't cower. I stood tall, unflinching in the face of his aggression. "Go ahead, Lucas. Hurt me again if it makes you feel powerful. But know that you're only proving to me why I deserve so much better than you."
For a fleeting moment, Lucas hesitated, his hand hanging in the air. A flicker of awareness regarding his waning hold on me seemed to register in his eyes. However, that momentary realization swiftly gave way to a ferocious display of fury. His countenance twisted with rage, his hand lowering, while his words spewed forth, laced with a toxic venom.
"Fine, Willow. Leave if you think you can find someone better. But don't come crawling back when you realize how futile your efforts are."
Upon uttering those cutting words, he forcefully stormed past me, leaving me abandoned in the aftermath of his heartless demeanor. The resonance of his cruel remarks reverberated in my ears, yet I staunchly refused to allow them to shatter me completely. This was the moment I had long yearned for—in which I would gather the fragmented fragments of my self-esteem and liberate myself from the engulfing shadows that had swallowed our marriage.
So the two of them stepped out of the bar, he couldn't contain his excitement. He was determined to make Sarah his, consequences be damned. He led her to his newest sports car, a sleek and shiny machine that screamed luxury."Wow, is this your car, Lucas?" Sarah asked, her eyes wide with awe.Lucas smirked, loving the way she looked at him. "Of course. I have a collection of sports cars in my villa," he boasted, opening the car door for her.Sarah climbed into the passenger seat, impressed by Lucas's display of wealth and power. As they drove towards her place, Lucas couldn't help but try to impress her even more."So, Sarah, tell me about your family. What do they do in life?" Lucas asked, trying to steer the conversation away from his own deception.Sarah hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. "My parents are in marketing, and many more," she replied finally. "They are constantly moving from town to another town because of business.”Lucas raised an eyebrow, intrigued
"I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You look absolutely stunning in that emerald dress. I’m not gonna lie, when I tell you that,”Sarah smiled politely, but there was a hint of skepticism in her eyes. "Thank you," she replied. "And let me just say, you have the most captivating smile I've ever seen." He said, extending his hands.Sarah chuckled softly. "You certainly know how to lay on the charm, don't you?"Lucas grinned, feeling emboldened by her response. "I like to think I have a way with words. So, what brings a beautiful woman like you to a place like this?"He couldn't resist the urge to show off. He casually mentioned his successful businesses, subtly hinting at his wealth and success. "I own a few businesses myself," he said casually. "Nothing too fancy, just a few million-dollar ventures here and there."Sarah raised an eyebrow, impressed despite herself. "That's quite impressive. It must keep you busy?”He shrugged nonchalantly. "It does, but I always mak
The luxury high-end bar was highly recommendable in the town, with its glittering chandeliers, plush velvet couches, and marble-topped tables. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating a sophisticated ambiance. The place was bustling with well-dressed patrons, sipping on expensive cocktails and enjoying the vibrant atmosphere.And inside of the place, Lucas Davis sat at the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, a smirk on his face. Despite being engaged, he was determined to enjoy his night out and relish in the attention of others. He was known as the "life of the party,". He took a sip of his drink, Lucas's eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene around him. He saw his "friends," the sons of wealthy businessmen, approaching him with smiles on their faces."Lucas! You're here too! What the hell, man!" one of them exclaimed, clapping him on the back."Of course, I'm here. I'm everywhere," He replied with a cocky grin, reveling in the attention."But I heard you were very busy
Lucas Davis was seething with anger. His face was red, and his hands trembled with frustration as he paced back and forth in his office. Harper watched him with a smirk, enjoying his display of rage."I can't believe that old man, mom! Imagine that? He wasted my time! My time is too precious just to be wasted! How dare he decline us? They're the ones who set up an appointment with us! They're the ones who need us!" He shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.His mother chuckled wickedly. "Yes, the nerve of him! I can't believe William declined us. Well, he hasn't declined yet, he told us he'll think twice.""The nerve of him! Doesn't that old guy know who we are? We're billionaires! Everyone wants to get a partnership with me!" Lucas roared, his fists clenched in fury.Harper stood up, her eyes flashing with malice. "Hey, calm down, Lucas. We need to be strategic about this. You can't let our emotions control you!”Lucas glared at her. "I am calm, Mom! I just can't stand it when some
Finally, after like the end of the world, William and his wife got back home. The heavy feeling of the day seemed to hang heavy on his shoulders. He sank onto the sofa, feeling drained and stressed from the encounter with Lucas Davis and his mother.“Ahh! So tired!” He complained while massaging his neck.His wife watched him closely, her expression unreadable. "So, have you decided, William?" she asked, her voice tense.He rubbed his temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. "I can't decide yet, Cindy. We just got home, please, not now." he replied, his tone weary.Cindy's face tightened at his response. She, too, was exhausted, but she knew they needed to make a decision soon. "I'm exhausted too! It's Not just you! But you need to decide soon. If you manage to sign the deal with Lucas Davis, then your mother will let you support your long-lost children," she reminded him, pretending to care for his children."I know that, Cindy!" William snapped, his patience wearing thin. "But
He can't help but chuckle bitterly. Now, he finally understood. His mother and Harper Davis have the same evil personality.They would do everything just for their gain. They're just both evil."You hate Harper, but you aren't aware that you're just the same as her, mom.”"How dare you compare me to that woman?!" she seethed, her voice sharp with indignation. "I would never stoop to her level!"His own frustration bubbling to the surface. "You're both willing to manipulate and use anyone, even your own family, to get what you want. How is that any different? You may not see it, but your actions speak otherwise. Using my children as pawns in your games is just as ruthless as anything Harper Davis would do!”His mother's eyes flashed with fury. "I've only ever wanted what's best for you and your children! How can you accuse me of such things? Why can’t you understand me, huh? Are we going to fight forever, William?”"Because it's true, mom! You blackmailed me, you used my children as le
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