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The heavy double doors of the Saint Aurelia Neonatal Intensive Care Unit burst open with a resounding thud that echoed off the sterile glass walls. Dominic didn’t even have time to turn his head before six imposing men in dark tactical suits, led by the hospital’s head of executive security, flooded the room. / Chapter 18 / 20

Chapter 18 - DOMINIC’S DESPERATE ESCAPEBROKE OUT OF JAIL FOR REVENGE: Dominic’s Horrifying Final Confrontation!

Two months later, news broke across every media outlet: Disgraced Tech CEO Dominic Bennett Escapes Prison Transport Van After Fatal Highway Crash!

Dominic was insane. The revelation of Alexander’s biological paternity, combined with two months of solitary confinement and total financial ruin, had completely destroyed his mind. He was a raving madman, fueled by a singular, psychotic delusion: he needed to return to the Vance Estate and reclaim "his" life.

Late on a rainy Tuesday night, Dominic scrambled over the high perimeter wall of the Vance Estate, drenched in mud, blood, and rain. He held a stolen iron crowbar, his eyes wild and bloodshot.

He forced open the side glass doors of the grand conservatory, breathing heavily as he crept into the dark, silent mansion.

"Audrey!" Dominic screamed into the darkness, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings. "I know you're here! You stole my life! You stole my company! You tricked me!"

The lights in the grand foyer suddenly snapped on, illuminating the magnificent room.

I stood at the top of the grand marble staircase, dressed in a breathtaking white gown. Beside me stood Alexander, calm and composed, holding a heavy tactical sidearm pointed directly at Dominic’s chest.

Dominic stumbled back, shaking the crowbar maniacally. "Look at you! Playing happy family with HIM! Those are MY twins! You're MY wife!"

"I was never your wife, Dominic," I said softly, looking down at him with pure pity. "You married a shadow you created in your own mind. You thought I was weak because I chose to be kind. But kindness isn't weakness... it's control."

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The heavy brass key felt impossibly cold against my palm, yet the metal hummed with a quiet, persistent gravity. I stared down at the simple platinum band on my left ring finger—the same ring Mara had slipped onto my hand twelve years ago in a quiet ceremony by the coast. She had always joked that my fingerprints would eventually wear the metal down to a thread.

The heavy brass key felt impossibly cold against my palm, yet the metal...

I didn’t wipe the blood from my nose. I let it drip onto the pristine white bodice of my ten-thousand-dollar wedding gown, watching the crimson bloom against the silk like ink on parchment.

I didn’t wipe the blood from my nose. I let it drip onto the pristine wh...

The shards of crystal caught the cold light of the recessed kitchen ceiling, scattering tiny prisms across the imported Italian marble. I didn’t move immediately. I stayed crouched on the floor, the blood humming faintly in my ears, while Claudia’s sharp heels clicked away toward the foyer, her displeasure radiating like a physical chill.

The shards of crystal caught the cold light of the recessed kitchen ceil...

Dozens of laser sights suddenly dotted Dominic’s chest as twenty heavily armed Vance security guards emerged from every shadow in the hall.

Dominic dropped the crowbar. The iron clattered loudly against the marble. He fell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably, realizing that he had never possessed an ounce of power over me. He was just a pathetic bug who had tried to sting a lioness.

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