The Scapegoat Heiress's Grand Comeback

dynasty for my fiancé of five years, Hoyt. I

I, he demanded I take the fall. When I told him

," he said, his eyes co

ay bleeding on the floor, Hoyt walked away. His mother then had me abduct

aby. They thought they had erased me, the quiet, unas

were

ce. And with me, my grandfather, Senator Abelardo Bro

pte

the blame for Be

dry cleaning. His voice was calm, almost bored

iancé of five years, the man I' d given up everything for, looked

, "It's for the be

read spread through my veins. This wasn't the Hoyt I knew, or tho

oke out. My voice sounded thin, al

is just taking off. A DUI would destroy her. And mine, by associa

w held a calculating, cold glint. He saw me not as a

fine, maybe some community service. Nothing you can't handle. We'll ride

ring against the saucer. "My record, Hoyt. My reputation. What about my care

. It' s not like you're shaping policy or running for office. It's grant writing. You

sharp. This man knew nothing of the quiet pride I took in my work, the

My family, my name, the fortune that came with it. I walked away from a political dynasty, from a life

r of revulsion down my spine. "I know, sweetheart. And I appreciate it. That's why I'm asking you to do this f

ght of his skin against mine, after what

the words a quiet whisper that

widened in genuine shock, then quickly narrowed with

disbelieving. He took a step back, as

joy that should accompany such an announcement.

round the room as if searching for an escape route. "No, no, no. Th

my eyes, hot and unwelcome. "A disaster? Is that all it is

finally taking off after years of grinding. We're on the cusp of something huge. A scandal, a baby... it wo

hat about my life? Why is it always about your c

eyes hard and unyielding. "You nee

he room spun. My ears filled with a high-pitched ringing. I cou

hen things settle down. When the time is right. We can have a baby then. A baby that doe

his real? Was this the man I'd loved, the

voice barely a whisper. "Your blood, my b

tormy, finally landed on me, but they held no love, no remorse. "No, Flor

across my lips, a silent acknowledgment of the final, devastating truth.

n in his shoulders. Just then, his phone buzzed on the coffee table. He gla

immediately. "Hey, love. Everything's fine, don't worry." He walked towards the door, alre

ce was cold again, devoid of any warmth. "I've already made the arrangements. And I've signed the consent f

os in my mind. When I arrived, the clinic was sterile, hushed. The intake nurse, a kind-

ady scrawled on the consent form, neat and decisive. My name

oice filled with a practiced empathy as she outlined the pot

choed in the quiet room, a stark punctuation mark to the chilling realization: Hoyt knew these risks. H

ble ache in my chest. I almost went through with it. I almost let them erase the last tangible p

ep within me. My hand flew to my stomach, a sudden, fierce protecti

ears, but deep in my soul. It was a silent plea,

m. I looked at the nurse, my eyes filled

air hit my face, a stark contrast to the sterile warmth of the clinic. As I

tar Bella Rivera and Campaign Manager Ho

smiles radiant, their eyes locked in what appeared to be genuine affection. My stoma

. "Obsessed ex can't let go," one read. "Gold-digger trying to tr

is time, no tears came. I bit down on my lip, so hard I tasted blood, but f

"They can say whatever they want," I whispered to the tiny life within

unyielding. They wanted a fight? They would