Chapter 9
The memory hit me like a freight train.]
That afternoon, I’d spotted that exact search on Rosalie’s laptop. When I questioned her, she casually claimed she was “just curious.“[]
And it was that same day I conceived the idea of having Willow fake her illness.
The pain that ripped through me was so intense I could barely form words through my constricted throat.[]
As Rosalie opened her mouth to defend herself, I cut her off with a look so murderous it froze her mid–sentence.[]
She pressed her lips together, giving me that practiced wounded–puppy stare as tears leaked from her eyes.[]
“You’re my fiancé,” she whispered. “How can you treat me this way?“]
“I am not your fiancé!” I roared, wanting to sever every connection between us with a single breath.]
“I never loved you–not for a single moment. All I ever felt was guilt, and even that was based on your fucking lies! You’d better pray to whatever god you believe in that Willow is still alive, because if she isn’t, I will destroy you so completely they’ll need dental records to identify what’s left!“]
She stood there stunned, speechless for perhaps the first time in her life.]
I turned desperately to Mae. “Tell me where she is! Please!”
Mae’s eyes drifted toward Rosalie, her smile terrible in its coldness. “Why don’t you ask her? After all, she’s the one who directed Willow to Southview Cemetery.“[]
We surrounded Rosalie instantly, demanding to know Willow’s whereabouts.
She looked genuinely terrified now, shaking her head and insisting she had no idea, claiming this was all Willow’s elaborate scheme to drive us apart.]]
I didn’t believe her. Neither did her biological parents.[]
I grabbed her by the throat, my fingers tightening with every racing heartbeat.
My mind was chaos–all I could think was: If Willow is gone, what’s left for me?]
When I’d planned this fake wedding with Rosalie, I’d anticipated Willow would be furious. I had contingencies ready:
Restrict her finances. Have her monitored 24/7. [
She would have no choice but to stay with me.]]
But I never imagined she would leave me like this.
How could she be so cruel?
We broke Rosalie.)
When she first began to unravel, we thought she was faking it.]
It wasn’t until she leapt from the penthouse balcony without hesitation that we realized her madness was genuine.
Looking back, it makes sense.[]
After that day, I released everything to the public.]
Rosalie’s lies and true nature were exposed to her adoring audience. Like us, she became the target of universal condemnation.[]
Every production company and TV show blacklisted her. She faced breach–of–contract lawsuits totaling millions.
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She had no choice but to sell her properties to cover the mounting debts.]
This development pushed the Blakes over the edge.
“Those were Willow’s things!” they screamed, dragging Rosalie away and beating her until her smooth back was crisscrossed with real welts that matched the fake ones in her stories.
I had my security team throw her into the swimming pool, only pulling her out when she was seconds from drowning.
Each time, we demanded to know Willow’s whereabouts.[]
She always gave the same answer: she didn’t know.[]
She begged for a second chance, promised never to lie again, pleaded to start fresh with all of us.]
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with her parents‘ sobbing from dawn till dusk.
leed a constant vigil.]
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spital took her away, her parents wept again.[]
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beling to know why I’d switched the babies all those years ago.]
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