"I will never forgive him, no matter how much he suffers, even if he kneels and licks my shoe." Once a simple woman, Amy Sanchez's world is shattered when her billionaire husband, Gideon Grayson cheated on her and falsely accuses her of a crime she didn't commit, leading to her imprisonment. As Gideon revels in his newfound freedom with Amy's step sister, Amy uncovers the truth: Gideon orchestrated the entire plot to rid himself of her. Within the cold confines of the prison, she uncovered the painful truths of her past and the deep betrayal of her loved ones. Yet, from this darkness emerged a new beginning, as she found a lifeline in her multi-billionaire grandmother's unexpected help. Return as Amethyst Amadeus, she is now a force to be reckoned with—an enigmatic and powerful figure who commands respect and fear as the most influential, seductive, and wealthy business woman in the city. With her newfound power, Amethyst is ready to reclaim her life and exact her revenge. Gideon will kneel before her, begging for her forgiveness. But will she forgive him after all?
Lihat lebih banyakSitting in the lavish living room, I felt a deep sense of unease. The high ceilings, elegant chandeliers, and pristine white sofas were supposed to be a testament to my perfect life with Gideon. But today, they felt like a hollow shell—a gilded cage trapping me inside a life I no longer recognized.
Across from me, my stepsister, Alexa, sipped her tea, oblivious to the storm brewing in my mind. She had come over earlier, asking for financial support for our parents, something I’d always provided without question.
“Amy, are you okay?” Alexa’s voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.
“It’s Gideon.” I replied.
“What do you mean?” Alexa asked, her brow furrowing.
I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. “He’s been different lately. He’s coming home late, always with some excuse. Business trips that last longer than they should, meetings that run late into the night. And when he’s home, it’s like he’s not really here. We barely talk anymore.”
Alexa listened intently, nodding slowly. “Have you talked to him about it?”
I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. “No. I don’t want to seem paranoid. But I can’t shake this feeling that something’s wrong, that he’s hiding something from me.”
She reached out, placing a comforting hand on mine. “I'm sorry to hear about that,"
The doorbell rang, interrupting our conversation. I glanced at the clock, my heart skipping a beat. Gideon.
Alexa stood up, smoothing her skirt. “I’ll get it,” she offered, flashing me a reassuring smile. “You stay here.”
I watched her walk towards the door, feeling a pang of unease. Something about the way she moved, so casual, so confident, struck me as odd. But before I could dwell on it, my gaze drifted to the table, where Alexa’s phone lay abandoned.
The screen lit up with a message, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw Gideon’s full name.
I’m home, love. The plan is successful and I can’t wait to be with you and freely marry you once Amy and I get divorced!
Time seemed to slow down, the words burning into my mind. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. This couldn’t be real. It had to be some kind of mistake, a cruel joke.
But the message was there, undeniable and damning.
I felt the ground shift beneath me as the world I knew crumbled into pieces. My hands trembled, my body going cold as the realization hit me. Gideon and Alexa. My husband and my stepsister. Betrayal in the most vicious form.
A part of me wanted to confront Alexa the moment she walked back into the room, to demand an explanation, to scream and rage at the betrayal. But another part of me, the rational, calculating part, knew I had to be smart about this. I had no proof beyond a single message.
So, I forced myself to calm down, to breathe. I quickly set down the phone, making sure it was exactly where Alexa had left it. When she re-entered the room, with Gideon following behind her, I was already masking my emotions, wearing the perfect, unassuming smile of a wife who knew nothing.
“Are you alright?” Alexa’s voice snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. She was standing in the doorway, her face a mask of innocent concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I forced a smile, hoping it looked convincing. “I just need to use the restroom. Be right back.”
I excused myself, making my way to the bathroom, my mind racing. Once inside, I leaned against the sink, gripping the edges so hard my knuckles turned white.
Steeling myself, I splashed cold water on my face, the shock of it helping to clear my head. I couldn’t afford to let my emotions take over, not yet. I needed to be calm, methodical. They thought they were clever, that they could pull this off without me noticing. They were wrong.
When I returned to the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks. Gideon and Alexa were locked in a passionate kiss, completely oblivious to my presence. My heart plummeted, shattering into a million pieces. The scene before me was my worst nightmare come true, and yet it was happening right in front of me.
They noticed me then, pulling apart abruptly, their expressions shifting from shock to something else entirely—Gideon’s face hardened, while Alexa’s lips curled into a smirk that made my blood run cold.
“What is this?” I demanded, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to stay calm. “How could you do this to me?”
Gideon stepped forward, his expression cold and unfeeling. “Don’t make a scene, Amy. You’re blowing this out of proportion.”
“Out of proportion?” I echoed, incredulous. “I just caught my husband and my stepsister kissing in our living room, and you think I’m overreacting?”
Alexa laughed then, a cruel, mocking sound that cut through me like a knife. “Oh, Amy, you’ve always been so naïve, haven’t you?”
“What are you talking about?” I shot back, my eyes narrowing at her. “You’ve been pretending to be my friend, my sister. Why?”
She crossed her arms, her smile widening. “Because it was fun. Watching you play the perfect wife, so clueless, so trusting. It was pathetic, really.”
“You’ve hated me all this time?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why?”
Alexa rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with disdain. “Because you’ve always had everything handed to you, Amy. The perfect life, the perfect husband—everything I wanted. And you never even noticed, never cared.”
“That’s not true,” I protested, but she just laughed again.
“Of course it is. And now look at you—standing there, shocked and hurt, like you didn’t see this coming. You’re blind, Amy. You’ve always been blind.”
I turned to Gideon, hoping for some sign of remorse, but his expression remained cold, detached. “Is this how you feel too, Gideon? Was this your plan all along?”
He shrugged, as if it was the most casual thing in the world. “I’m tired of pretending, Amy. I’m tired of you. Alexa and I, we’re going to be together, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. The man I had loved, trusted, built a life with, was standing in front of me, telling me he was done. No apology, no guilt, just a cold dismissal.
“How could you be so heartless?” I asked, my voice breaking. “How could you betray me like this?”
“Because you are a boring wife, Amy!” Alexa laughed.
Something inside me snapped. All the pain, all the betrayal, surged up like a tidal wave, and before I knew it, I was rushing at her, my hands grabbing fistfuls of her hair. She screamed, struggling against me as I dragged her toward the gate.
“Let go of me!” she screeched, her hands clawing at mine. “You’re hurting me!”
“Good,” I spat, my voice shaking with anger. “You deserve to hurt after everything you’ve done!”
Gideon’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. “Amy, let her go! Now!”
But I didn’t care. I was done with playing the part of the calm, composed wife. I was done with pretending everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t. Alexa had torn my life apart, and now she was going to feel the full weight of my fury.
She continued to plead, her voice growing more desperate. “Please, Amy, stop! You’re hurting me!”
“Good,” I said again, my grip tightening.
“Amy, let her go!” Gideon shouted, moving toward us.
Before he could reach us, though, a voice from the gate interrupted. “Excuse me, ma’am.”
We all froze, the tension in the air palpable. I turned slowly, still holding onto Alexa’s hair, to see two police officers standing at the gate. One of them was holding a piece of paper in his hand.
“Ma’am,” the officer repeated, his tone professional but firm. “We are looking for Mrs.Amethyst Sanchez Grayson”
I released Alexa, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m Amethyst, why?”
The wedding day began with a haze of tension and forced smiles. Amethyst's heart hammered in her chest as she sat in the limousine, the fabric of her wedding gown pooling around her. The air felt stifling despite the car's air conditioning, and every passing moment seemed to pull her further into Nicolai’s trap.Her phone buzzed. The screen flashed with a breaking news alert, the banner at the bottom reading:"LIVE: BOMB THREAT REPORTED AT AMADEUS ENTERPRISES BUILDING."Her breath caught in her throat. The screen displayed shaky footage of employees evacuating the building. Police cars were parked outside, their lights casting ominous flashes of red and blue. Amid the chaos, the camera zoomed in on a familiar figure entering the building: Gideon Grayson.Amethyst's pulse raced as fear clawed its way up her throat. Gideon was going into the building—a bomb-rigged building—and she was on her way to a farce of a wedding."No!" she whispered, clutching the phone tightly. Panic surged as s
Nicolai's words echoed in my mind like a constant drumbeat, each syllable reminding me of the precarious position I was in. The bomb, the ring, the wedding—everything felt like a twisted game he was playing with me, and I was caught in the middle. But beneath it all, a fire still burned in me, refusing to be extinguished.As Nicolai went on, detailing every intricate aspect of the wedding plans, I forced myself to focus. His voice became a hum in the background as my thoughts began to shift inward. I couldn't let him think he'd won. Not yet.He paused, waiting for me to respond to something he had said. I snapped back to reality. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked, feigning distraction.He frowned, his sharp gaze assessing me. "Are you even listening, Amethyst?" His tone was suddenly colder, suspicion creeping into his voice."Of course," I replied, offering a strained smile. "I just... I'm trying to imagine everything. It sounds perfect." The words felt like acid on my tongue, but I forced t
Nicolai’s smirk returned, but it was tinged with something cruel, something that made the air in the room feel heavier. He moved closer, his presence suffocating, until he stood mere inches from me. “You still think this is a negotiation, don’t you?” he said, his voice low and mocking. “That you have some kind of choice. But let me show you just how wrong you are.”Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward the center of the room. I stumbled, barely catching myself as he dragged me to a small table I hadn’t noticed before. On it sat a sleek black device—unassuming at first glance, but the red light blinking steadily on its surface told me it was anything but ordinary.My blood ran cold.“What... what is that?” I asked, my voice faltering for the first time.Nicolai’s smile widened, predatory and triumphant. “This,” he said, gesturing to the device, “is the key to your compliance.”He pressed a button on the side, and a small screen lit up, displaying a digital map
The sharp sting in my wrist reverberated as I clutched it to my chest, glaring up at Nicolai. His smirk was infuriating, and his dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. But I wasn't going to let him see my fear—not again."You’re wrong," I spat, my voice steady despite the tremor threatening to break through. "I’m not yours. Not anymore."He leaned in, so close I could feel his breath against my face. "You’ll realize soon enough, Amethyst. You belong to me. Always have. Always will." His tone was low, almost a whisper, but the venom in his words was unmistakable.The car jolted as it turned sharply, and I used the momentary imbalance to push against him with all my strength. Nicolai stumbled back slightly, his grip loosening just enough for me to lunge for the door handle. My heart raced as I yanked at it, desperate for an escape, but it didn’t budge. Child locks. Of course."You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?" Nicolai taunted, his voice calm despite the chaos in the confi
The sharp pressure of Nicolai's hand around my waist was suffocating, as though his grip was the only thing holding me to the world. I felt the panic clawing at my chest, but I forced myself to breathe steadily. There had to be a way out. I couldn’t let him drag me back into his hell.As we stood there in the middle of my office, the sound of footsteps echoed faintly outside, but no one seemed to notice the tension thickening the air. Nicolai’s eyes locked onto mine with that same unsettling intensity, the familiar mixture of possessiveness and danger swirling in his gaze."You’re not going anywhere," he growled, his voice dangerously soft. "I’ve already taken care of the people outside. No one will know you’re missing. Not until I’m ready for them to."A cold shiver ran down my spine. How did he do this? How did he always manage to control every situation, every person around him? I could feel the anger and helplessness bubbling within me, but I needed to think. I couldn’t just let h
I gripped the phone tighter, my pulse racing as Nicolai's words echoed in my ears. "You think you can walk away from me? From us? You think you can just erase everything we've been through? No, Amethyst, you're not done until I say you are."I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I don't owe you anything anymore, Nicolai. You had your chance, and you lost me. This is over."There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I thought the call had ended. But then Nicolai's voice returned, low and dangerous."You don't get to decide that, Amethyst. You're mine. And I'll remind you just how much you're mine."The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as though he was already close, watching, waiting. I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination, but I could have sworn I heard the faintest rustle on the other side of the phone, like the sound of a door opening.Before I could respond, the call a
Days passed, each one slipping by in a blur of activity and emotions I couldn’t seem to shake. It was as though the weight of the past hung over me, suffocating at times, but the presence of Gideon beside me provided a semblance of stability.Yet even his reassuring presence couldn’t erase the constant unease gnawing at the edges of my thoughts. Nicolai’s shadow still loomed large in my life, and I knew that my decision to walk away from him hadn’t gone unnoticed. I spent those days trying to ignore the anxiety that tugged at my heart, trying to convince myself that everything was fine, that the past was behind me. But the reality of what I’d left behind was too real to ignore. Nicolai wasn’t the kind of man who let people walk away from him without consequences.I was standing on the balcony one evening, the cool breeze brushing my face, when Victoria—my ever-vigilant assistant and best friend—came to join me. Her face was etched with concern, and she didn’t need to ask to know what
The following days felt like a delicate dance—one where I was constantly aware of the fragile balance between what I wanted to believe and the lingering doubts that gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. Each moment with Gideon felt like a small victory, but the weight of Nicolai’s threat still loomed over us, unspoken yet present in the quiet spaces between our words.Gideon’s presence grounded me, and I found myself leaning on him more than I thought I ever would. But beneath the comfort, I couldn’t shake the nagging fear that Nicolai was still out there, a shadow hanging over everything, threatening to destroy it all. Nicolai wasn’t a man who took kindly to betrayal or failure. The moment I’d left him, the moment I’d walked away, I knew he wouldn’t just let it go. I wasn’t sure how, but I knew that he would find a way to make me pay.On one particularly cold evening, as the sun dipped low and the sky bled into hues of purple and gold, I found myself once again on the balcony, wrapped
The days that followed were a delicate balance of old habits and new emotions, a quiet dance between familiarity and the tentative trust that had begun to grow between us. Gideon’s presence was steady, unassuming, yet it grounded me in ways I hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just the words he’d spoken or the kiss we’d shared—it was the way he existed in my space without demanding anything more than what I could give.Still, my mind raced when I was alone, questions swirling in the silence of the night. Could I really let my guard down? Could I trust someone again, after everything that had happened? The answers weren’t clear, but I found myself drawn to him in ways that scared and soothed me all at once.On a brisk evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in shades of amber and violet, I found myself on the balcony, wrapped in a blanket. The cool air nipped at my skin, but it was refreshing, a reminder that the world kept moving forward no matter how tangled my thoug
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