The Woman He Tried to Erase

On our sixth anniversary, Rafael surprised me with a dress—luxurious silk, effortlessly elegant. I slipped into it, daring to believe I finally belonged in his world.

Then Bianca barged in.

“You’ve got some nerve wearing that!”

Riiip. She yanked at the fabric, tearing it apart.

A sharp slap.

“That was my mother’s, you filthy nobody!”

It wasn’t mine after all—it had always been hers. The woman I would never measure up to.

And as Bianca hissed, “Get out of that dress, you pathetic tramp,” something inside me shattered. I had to get away.

But before I could flee, Rafael intercepted me and locked me inside a forgotten room. That’s where I saw her—his first wife.

She wasn’t dead, like they claimed—she’d been drugged and kept hidden for six years.

With her final breath, she told me everything: Rafael had stripped her of everything she owned.

I helped her escape. Together, we rose—reclaiming her throne and rebuilding her empire from the shadows.

Three years passed. We came back—not as victims, but as predators.

This time, I wasn’t his plaything. I had become a queen.

And I wasn’t running anymore.