The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption (by Claire Winters) novel Chapter 2
Chapter 2: The Price of a Bride
I sat frozen in my studio, phone still lying where it had fallen from my numb fingers. The empty mannequin mocked me with its nakedness—a perfect metaphor for how stripped bare I felt.
My wedding dress. My fiancé. My future. All stolen in one cruel swoop.
This wasn’t the first time my life had crumbled because of the Turner women. Memories flooded back unbidden.
I was eleven when my father first brought Tanya Turner home. My mother was away caring for my sick grandmother, and he wasted no time. I still remember walking into our kitchen to find them entangled against the refrigerator, his hands under her skirt.
“It’s our little secret,” he’d said, his eyes cold with warning.
Six months later, my parents divorced. My mother never recovered from the betrayal. She died of pneumonia two years later, though I knew she’d really died of heartbreak. My grandfather followed shortly after, leaving me alone with the father who’d chosen another woman over his family.
Tanya moved in with her twins—Ivy and Ian—before my mother’s funeral flowers had wilted. From day one, she made it clear I was an unwelcome reminder of the woman who came before.
Now, fifteen years later, history was repeating itself. Ivy had learned from her mother well.
“Like mother, like daughter,” I whispered to the empty room.
I stood up, legs unsteady, and walked to the window. Outside, life continued as if my world hadn’t just imploded. Cars honked. People hurried past with coffee cups. The sun shone with offensive brightness.
For six years, I’d loved Alistair. We met in high school, bonded over shared artistic dreams. When he was diagnosed with a rare blood disorder at nineteen, I discovered I was his perfect blood match. How many times had I sat in hospital chairs, needle in my arm, watching my blood flow into collection bags that would later flow into him?
“You saved my life,” he’d said after the first transfusion. “I’ll never forget this.”
Yet here he was, forgetting everything.
And Ivy—always coveting what was mine. My clothes. My sketches. My friends. Now my fiancé.
I thought of her in my wedding dress—the dress I’d spent months designing, weeks sewing. Every pearl sewn with love. Every stitch a promise. Now she would wear it while marrying the man I loved.
“Cancer,” I muttered. “How convenient.”
Tears threatened again, but I pushed them back. Tears wouldn’t help me now. They never had.
When my mother died, I’d cried for weeks. Did it bring her back? When my grandfather passed six months later, leaving me truly alone with my toxic new family, did my tears change anything?
No. Tears were useless. Action was all that mattered.
I picked up my phone, scrolled to Alistair’s number, and called. He answered on the fourth ring, sounding irritated.
“Hazel, I can’t talk right now. I’m with—”
“I want Evening Gala,” I cut in, my voice steady despite the hurricane raging inside me.
Silence greeted my demand. Evening Gala was our luxury fashion brand—the company we’d built together while he recovered from treatments. My designs. His business acumen. Our shared dream.
“What are you talking about?” he finally asked.
“You offered fifty percent of Everett Enterprises as compensation,” I reminded him. “I don’t want it. I want Evening Gala. All of it. Sign over your shares to me.”
He laughed, actually laughed. “That’s ridiculous. Evening Gala is worth millions.”
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This had the potential to be a really good read, unfortunately it is inconsistently contradictory and all over the place....