Revengefor My Twin Sis Novel – He broke me first. Shattered me into pieces I thought I’d never put back together. But now, I’m standing at the ruins of the life he tried to destroy, and this time, I’m the one in control. Duke Trayson was once the man I feared most—the ruthless businessman who thought he could own me.
He took everything from me, left scars too deep to heal, and yet, fate had a twisted way of bringing us back together. This time, I’m not the helpless woman he once tormented. I’ve rebuilt myself, piece by piece, and now, I hold the power to ruin him. But revenge isn’t as simple as I imagined.
With secrets unraveling, betrayals cutting deeper than any wound, and a child caught in the crossfire, I start to wonder—can I truly escape him? Or have I become part of the very darkness I once swore to destroy? This is my story. A war of power, a game of survival, and a battle between love and hate. He may have broken me first, but I will be the one to end him.
Pain exploded across my back as I slammed onto the cold marble floor. The impact rattled through my spine, a sharp sting spreading through my body like wildfire. My vision blurred, the chandelier above me spinning in dizzying circles. A strangled whimper escaped my lips as I forced myself to breathe through the pain.
I had barely registered what had happened when I heard the sound of high-pitched, exaggerated sobs from the top of the staircase. That pesky one. I pushed myself up, gritting my teeth against the ache. My gaze snapped upward, and there he was—Lukas Trayson. The eight-year-old menace stood at the top of the stairs, sniffling dramatically, his small fists rubbing at his tearless eyes. He looked innocent, but I knew better.
That kid was a walking disaster, and judging by the smug flicker in his gaze before it quickly vanished, I knew this was his doing. “You little rascal,” I hissed under my breath, my nails digging into the cold floor as I steadied myself. Lukas exhaled sharply, his small mouth parting with exaggerated betrayal. And then—like the manipulative little brat, he was—he let out a deafening wail.
“Daaaaddyyyy!” His cries echoed through the mansion, his voice trembling as he pointed a chubby little finger at me. “Mommy cursed at me!” My stomach dropped.