His Bride, Her Revenge

The silence after the screen went black was absolute. No sirens. No screams. Just the unbearable hum of devastation.

Cambria’s hands were still clutched around the tablet, fingers white with tension. Her breath was shallow, like her lungs had forgotten how to work.

She hadn’t expected pity. Not for Elena. Not after everything. But watching her bruised, bound, helpless human something inside her cracked.

"She deserved worse," Elara said from across the car. "You know that."

Cambria didn’t look up. "Maybe. But not like this."

Maddox, seated beside her, leaned forward. "Where was that streamed from?"

Elara already had her laptop open. "I’m trying to backtrace it, but Julian masked his IP. I’ve got our tech team on it. He planned this."

Cambria’s voice was quiet, brittle. "Of course he did. He wants the world to see me as the villain now. The woman who brought down a mother... just in time for her to look like a victim."

Maddox’s jaw clenched. "He’s rewriting the script. Turning your justice into cruelty."

"I didn’t see it coming," Cambria whispered. "I was too focused on Elena. I thought she was the monster."

"She is," Maddox said. "But now the monster’s been taken off the board and the devil we didn’t prepare for just took her throne."