Broken Doll No More: Her Ruthless Revenge

I stood before the heavy oak door with a positive pregnancy test burning a hole in my pocket, ready to tell the Underboss, Anthony Holden, that his legacy was secured.

But before I could turn the handle, I heard his twin brother laughing from inside.

"She screams your name, not mine. It is a little insulting, brother," Emmanuel mocked.

"Three years of celibacy for the alliance while you play with my toy," Anthony sighed. "I deserve a medal."

My world shattered. For three years, I thought I was the exception to their violence, but I had been sleeping with a monster in the dark.

When I kicked the door open, Bianca House—my high school tormentor—was sitting there like a queen.

"Happy anniversary, Erica," she sneered. "You were just a placeholder for the territory deal."

They didn't stop there. They took my dignity, and then they took my life.

At a dinner intended to show unity, they watched me choke on peanuts. Anthony looked me in the eye and used my EpiPen on Bianca’s fake faint while I suffocated on the floor.

They threw my grandmother’s ashes off a balcony just to watch me scream. They pushed me into traffic to ensure I’d be a compliant prop for their wedding.

They killed the baby in my womb.

They thought they had broken me. They thought I was just a nurse, a civilian, a loose end.

But on the day of the wedding, I wasn't in the pews.

I was on a bus out of state, hacking the church's livestream.

As the priest began to speak, I replaced the image of the cross with the video of their confession.

I watched their empire crumble from a cracked phone screen, leaving the monsters behind to find a man who would actually burn the world for me.