The Billionaire's Blind Devotion
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The Billionaire's Blind Devotion

Gavin
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Introduction

Ethan Caldwell, the silent, brooding man I hired to protect me, became my world. I'd found him battered and broken in an alley, a lonely art student extending an impulsive hand. For months, he was my quiet guardian, his intense gaze a constant comfort.

Then my stepsister, beautiful, fragile-looking Chloe, entered our lives. She spun a story of childhood bravery, of saving a boy, clinching it with a cheap, painted whistle she swore was a cherished memento. Every word was a lie.

In an instant, Ethan's loyalty mutated. His icy stare, once a barrier to the world, turned on me, accusing. Chloe, his supposed childhood savior, became his singular, toxic obsession.

His "protection" transformed into a relentless torment for me. My art, my passion, systematically obliterated. My masterpiece, ruined by her "clumsy" accident. My painting hand, my Achilles tendon, deliberately shattered to cripple my future, all dismissed as "an unfortunate incident." My own father and brother, swayed by Chloe's manipulative pleas, turned their backs, echoing accusations of my "jealousy" and "instability." Ethan-the man I saved, the man I trusted-suppressed undeniable evidence of Chloe's deceit, even orchestrating her winning a prestigious art competition with *my* stolen designs.

I lay physically broken in a hospital bed, isolated, bleeding internally from my stepsister's calculated cruelty. How could the man I saved-the man who claimed to protect-become my ruthless tormentor? Was his devotion to Chloe's fabricated innocence so profoundly blind he'd sacrifice *everything* for her: truth, justice, even my life?

When they demanded a public apology from me for Chloe's lies-a condition for receiving life-saving medical care-something inside me snapped. At a high-society gala, facing their public condemnation, I finally hit back. I raised my cane. Not at Chloe, but at my own mending leg, deliberately inflicting fresh horror to expose every lie, every betrayal. This was my fight, and I would make them see the truth, no matter the cost.

            
            

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