His Sweetheart's Cruelest Betrayal

My childhood sweetheart, Bryce, swore he'd never leave me, even after he was revealed as the long-lost heir to the Larson crime family. He was my home, my future, my protector against his ruthless new world.

Then my sister, Diana, reappeared as the polished daughter of a rival Don, and he fell for her instantly.

When Diana was "poisoned," Bryce didn't hesitate. He ordered doctors to take my blood for the antidote, a rare transfusion that could kill me.

When she framed me as a rat, he had me thrown in a cellar. There, I was beaten, branded like an animal, and left for dead.

The man who swore to protect me had me tortured and broken, all for his new love.

His final act was to marry me off to a powerful stranger, a political move to get rid of me.

But as the black armored car carried me to my new life, he finally came chasing after me, begging for forgiveness. I looked at the man who destroyed me and delivered my final vow.

"My name is Callie Benton. And you, Bryce Larson, are nothing but a stranger from a life I no longer remember."

Chapter 1

Callie Vaughan POV:

The bitter taste of betrayal coated my tongue, far more potent than the stale cigar smoke in the grand ballroom. I saw him, Bryce, across the room, his head bent close to Diana, their laughter echoing a tune I no longer knew. This wasn't the first time; it was a symphony of them, each note a fresh stab to my chest. He used to laugh that way only with me.

My feet moved on their own, carrying me away from the shimmering lights and the cruel melody of their happiness. I needed to escape, needed to breathe. Every step was a retreat, a surrender, a desperate attempt to outrun the pain that clawed at my throat. I used to think my love was a shield, strong enough to weather any storm. Now, it felt like a flimsy paper umbrella in a hurricane. I remembered his hands, calloused from the streets, tracing patterns on my arm as he promised me forever. That felt like a lifetime ago.

I glanced back, a foolish, desperate hope flickering inside me. He wasn't looking for me. He never was anymore. His eyes were fixed on Diana, a tenderness there that used to be mine. It was a familiar punch to my gut, stealing my breath. My vision blurred.

I bolted, weaving through the opulent crowd of made men and their wives. The silks and jewels of the other guests brushed against my worn dress, a physical manifestation of the chasm between us. The ballroom was a suffocating gilded cage, echoing with hollow laughter. I felt invisible, a ghost in my own tragedy.

Outside, the city streets were a vibrant, chaotic blur. Car horns blared, sirens wailed in the distance, and the air hummed with a thousand stories that weren't mine. I walked, aimless, the noise a dull roar that couldn't drown out the screaming quiet in my head.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted ahead. A young woman, dressed in a pristine white couture gown, was arguing fiercely with an older man in a sharp tuxedo. Her voice cut through the city's symphony, sharp and desperate.

"I won't marry him! I don't love him! I'd rather die than marry that monster!" she shrieked, tears streaming down her face.

The old man, his face a mask of weary frustration, pleaded with her. "He's a good man, from a powerful family. This marriage will secure our future, an alliance we need. You cannot shame us like this!"

"Then find someone else! Anyone! I'll pay a fortune – anything to escape this!" she cried, her gaze sweeping the stunned onlookers. "A million dollars! A blank check! Just take my place!"

Whispers rippled through the crowd. A million dollars. It was an astronomical sum, enough to change a life ten times over. Yet, no one stepped forward. The risk, the unknown, outweighed the allure of the money.

"He is a powerful man," the older man insisted, his voice heavy with resignation. "He controls the entire Eastern seaboard, his family's name is ancient and respected. You will want for nothing."

"I want love!" she sobbed, her eyes locking onto mine. "You! You look... desperate. Will you take my place? Please! Say yes, and it's all yours."

All eyes turned to me. I felt the weight of their scrutiny, the sudden pressure of a thousand expectations. I saw the designer wedding gown she was supposed to wear, draped over a nearby chair. It was a searing, vibrant red, a color that screamed life and passion. I felt nothing. Just a hollow emptiness.

"I'll do it," I said, my voice flat, devoid of emotion.

The young woman gasped, her face suddenly alight with frantic joy. "You will? Truly? You won't go back on your word?"

"No," I replied, the word a stone in my mouth. "I won't."

She rushed forward, grabbing my hands. "Thank you! Oh, thank you! His name is Harmon Benton. He's powerful, truly. You just need to show up, say your vows, and the rest is yours. No one will know. Just... be me." She turned to the older man, her voice softening. "Please, sir, help her. Tell them I was just... nervous."

The man sighed, his shoulders slumping. He looked at me, a flicker of pity in his eyes. "Very well. But you understand the gravity of this, girl? This is not a game."

"I understand," I said, the words tasting like ash. The deal was struck. My future, traded for a stranger's freedom and a fortune I couldn't even comprehend.

The young woman and the man disappeared into the crowd, leaving me alone once more. I stood there, a pawn in a game I hadn't chosen to play. Would Bryce even notice I was gone? Would he care that I'd traded my life for a million dollars and a stranger's vows? Probably not. His world had shifted, and I was no longer a part of it. He'd found his new love, his new life. And I was just... me.

I turned and walked away, each step a painful echo of the life I was leaving behind. My feet ached, but my heart ached more. I knew where I was going: back to the empty room in the compound I shared with him, to pack the few belongings that were truly mine. I had to go. I had to disappear. This was my escape.