This Time, I Married "the Freak"
My parents made Dana and me settle it with rock-paper-scissors. Loser had to marry the Baillieu heir—the so-called "freak."
I won. Then flipped the script.
"Cool. I'll take Blake. Dana can have the empire."
Last time? I was dumb in love with Michael—Dad's adopted golden boy. Chose the company, stayed behind, and handed Dana off to Blake Baillieu.
Big mistake.
Six months in, Dana was gone—wrecked by that marriage.
Right before she croaked, she texted Michael blaming me. Said I lost the game and ditched the deal, dumping Blake on her.
Michael? Snapped. Dude went full psycho.
Turns out, he and Dana had been sneaking around for years.
He dragged me behind the Baillieu estate and forced a dozen intellectually disabled men to assault me.
"If it weren't for your cruelty, Dana would still be alive! You'll pay for everything she suffered!"
I was over eight months pregnant—almost due.
Begged him to stop. Begged for my baby's life.
He didn't care. Kept ordering them to take turns. Even when my water broke, he just watched.
Both my baby and I died that night.
Now? I'm back.
And this time, I rewrote the story.
Step one: marry Blake.