Trapped After Revenge: The Biker Billionaire' s Unwilling Obsession

Amelia

Our argument escalated in the car as we drove home from a party, with Declan's anger and insult pouring out. "You think the world revolves around you, but it doesn't." He sneered at me, his words dripping with venom.

"Have you seen yourself? Look at the other women you accused me of ogling. You are fat, ugly, and bloated."

I felt a stinging pain in my chest as he hurled those hurtful words at me. "Declan, my body changed because I gave birth to our daughter. That doesn't give you the right to flirt with other women, especially when they look uncomfortable around you," I snapped, trying to shield Amy's ears from the argument. She was too young to witness this, but she had grown used to our yelling matches.

Amy was sitting beside me in the backseat, and Declan behind the wheel. As he continued to berate me, his eyes suddenly drifted away from the road, locking onto a woman standing on the sidewalk.

I thought he had already forgotten about our conversation, then he responded. "You are the one who is insecure," he shot back. "If you had aborted the pregnancy like I asked, you wouldn't look like a worn out woman feeling threatened by younger women. You look like a woman in her fifties."

I felt a wave of pain wash over me. "You deserve to rot in hell, Declan. You deserve the deepest part of hell," I repeated, my voice shaking with rage and hurt.

How could he say such vile things with our daughter right there? He didn't even flinch, his gaze drifting back to a woman on the sidewalk.

In that same moment, a truck horn blared, and before Declan could refocus on the road, the vehicle swerved violently. A massive truck slammed into us, and our car spun out of control, crashing into another vehicle. Instinctively, I wrapped my body around Amy's, shielding her from the impact. The world seemed to slow down as glasses shattered. I remembered Declan's desperate cry, his hand forcing the door open, and then everything went black.

I woke up to the beeping sound of a machine. I looked around slowly and realized I was in a hospital. The sheets, the bright lights, the smell, everything felt unfamiliar. The last thing I remembered was Declan and I arguing in the car on our way back from a friend's party. He had been openly flirting with a lady right in front of me at the party, and that led to the fight. After that, everything went blank.

The door opened, and a doctor walked in, followed by a nurse.

"You are awake," he said. The tag on his coat read Dr. Reuben. He gave me a small, relieved smile.

This is not our regular family hospital because he doesn't look familiar. My throat felt dry, but I managed to speak. "How long have I been out?"

"One week," he replied, checking the monitor beside me. "You have been unconscious since the accident."

The word "accident" made me pause."What happened? And where is Declan, my husband?" I asked.

Dr. Reuben exchanged a quick look with the nurse before answering.

"Your husband didn't experience any severe injuries," he said slowly. "Not long after he was treated, he left and he hasn't been back since."

I blinked at him, confused. What does he mean Declan left the hospital a week ago?

He didn't come to check on me? Not even once?

I know Our marriage had been falling apart, and he wasn't the man I fell in love with anymore but would he really hate me enough to leave me here unconscious and just walk away with no explanation? The thought made my chest feel tight.

The doctor hesitated again. "Ma'am, what surgery did you do recently?"

I gave him a confused look. "What do you mean, what surgery? You can see the bandage on my stomach. Practically, you are the one who treated me."

I tried to push myself up, one hand instinctively clutching my healing stomach. The dull pain made me wince. "So tell me, what surgery did I do?"

The nurse quickly stepped closer. "Please don't strain yourself, ma'am."

"Easy, ma'am," the nurse said, trying to help me lie back down.

I looked at the doctor suspiciously. "Is anything wrong with me?"

"I am only asking to be sure," Dr. Reuben replied. "Because I discovered some abnormalities in your body."

That made my heart skip. Abnormalities? From what? The only surgery I had recently was an abortion.

"I had an abortion a few months ago," I said quietly.

Dr. Reuben sighed. "And a hysterectomy as well, right?"

I frowned. "A what?"

"A hysterectomy," he repeated, watching my reaction.

I shook my head slowly. "I don't know what that is."

The doctor paused, then asked, "The doctor who performed the surgery didn't explain anything to you?"

"No," I said.

He exhaled deeply and finally told me, "It means your womb was removed during the procedure. You can't have children anymore."

I went completely still. My mind emptied, my breath caught in my throat. I froze, unable to say anything.

"What do you mean I can't have children? I only had an abortion. I never asked for my womb to be taken out," I said, still in disbelief.

Declan must have done this.

He was against me getting pregnant early in our marriage, but I insisted on keeping the baby. The second time, he demanded an abortion. Out of loyalty, and because I was desperately trying to save what was left of our marriage, I agreed.

Now it made sense. That wretched excuse of a human being must have gone behind my back and told the doctor to remove my womb. This was beyond cruelty, I had married a man who hated me, a man who mocked me, my body, my choices, every chance he got.

He didn't even like our daughter....My daughter.

I looked up sharply at the doctor. "Please, did he leave with my daughter too?" I asked, my voice barely steady. I knew Declan would rather dump her with my parents or a friend than take her home with him.

Dr. Reuben's expression changed from serious to sympathetic.

When they brought you all in," he said quietly, "your daughter had lost a lot of blood. We tried everything, we even begged your husband to sign a document for emergency surgery, that we could save her if the surgery was carried out, he refused at first but later agreed, by the time we brought the document for him to sign, your husband had disappeared. We lost her."

For a moment, I didn't understand what he said. It was like the words didn't land.

I felt my breath leave my body. I stared at him, waiting for him to take it back, to explain it differently, to say she was in another ward or with another doctor. .But his expression didn't change.

"No..." The word slipped out of me, "No, she was fine. She was fine when we left the party, she was at the back when the accident happened, it shouldn't affect her much."

My baby girl was gone, I had no womb, and Declan had dumped me like I meant nothing.

All of it hitting me in the same day felt unreal. I broke down completely, loud and uncontrollable.

I cursed myself for ever saying yes to him. I cursed the day I agreed to marry him, the day I thought love meant enduring whatever he threw at me.

After everything I had done for him, supporting his fashion dream, using my savings to help him start, standing by him when everyone else doubted him. The best he could do was turn around and stab me in the back?

I cried harder, shaking, my hands covering my face.I was crying for my little girl.My sweet baby I would never see again.

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Two weeks later, I sat on the couch in the living room, staring at nothing. My mind wandered everywhere at once. Since the day I left the hospital, there had been no sign of Declan. None of his friends claimed to know where he was and I have been grieving the loss of our daughter alone.

I hoped he kept running forever, because if I ever got my hands on him, I am going to murder him on spot. .

My phone buzzed on the table. I blinked out of my thoughts and picked it up. The message was from an anonymous number.

It contained only an address and a short sentence:

"Your husband is here, go check."

My heart hammered, I stood up immediately.

If this was real, if he was actually there, then Declan wouldn't see me coming. Today would be his last day walking freely on this earth.

Amelia

I parked in front of the house, my heart beating fast but steady with anger. The address from the anonymous message matched the number on the wall. I walked up to the door, knocked once, then pushed it open when it swung lightly.

I froze when I got inside, Declan was inside, sitting comfortably on a couch with Monica, the woman he introduced to me as his cousin, straddling his lap. Her lipstick was smeared on his neck, her shirt halfway unbuttoned. They both jerked in surprise when they saw me.

Declan didn't even bother moving, He just looked at me with the same bored face he used ever since I decided to keep my pregnancy.

"Oh, you are here," he said flatly, as if I were a delivery person who arrived too early.

Monica smirked and stood up from his lap, "I am not sorry it took you this long to find out, Declan was mine first, he only married you to boost his fashion career. He is the father of my seven year old son, just so you know we have been together long before he met you."

I blinked surprised at her confession, "Monica, I even confided in you about Declan's infidelity, those nights when he wasn't home, I would call you and cry and you would listen and comfort me." I said my voice was breaking.

She shrugs, "those nights, he was in my arms, listening to you pour your heart out, and we both laughed at you once you hung up, Oh, poor, foolish and desperate Amelia. So blind to the truth."

I turned towards Declan, confused, hurt and a crying mess, "is this true, you used me and came here to hide after everything that happened?"

He scoffed, leaning back comfortably. "Hiding? Please, Amelia. I have been living comfortably and happily." He said as he smacked Monica's ass hard and they both chuckled.

I looked at him, my voice barely above a whisper. "You left me at the hospital, you dumped us." My eyes welled up with tears as I asked, "Did you know our daughter died?" My vision blurred, and a sob caught in my throat.

He rolled his eyes. "Here we go again. Blackmailing, I know she died, so what? Didn't I tell you I didn't want a child in the first place?"

I stared at him in disbelief. No empathy, no guilt, nothing. How did I end up with such a vile man?I had been so blinded then.

After everything I have done for you,this is how you repay me?" My voice came out in a whisper, barely holding itself together.

"Exactly." Declan rose from his seat and walked toward me, stopping so close I could feel the coldness radiating off him. His eyes were empty. "I used you," he said plainly. "I never loved you. I only put up with you all these years. And the worst part of being married to you?" He scoffed. "Having sex with you. You disgust me. I only forced myself because I needed you to keep sponsoring my career."

My throat tightened. "You used me," I said, shaking. "Everything I did, I did out of love. My family warned me about you, but I didn't listen because I loved you."

"You should have listened to them," he snapped. "And don't even get me started on your family, acting like you are some saint when you are no better than me. Should have told them how wild you really are, the weed, getting high just to get fucked, the aphrodisiacs, you can't survive without any of it." He smirked. "Imagine a child with a woman like you."

The same things he threw at me were the very things he once claimed he adored, the things he said made us perfect for each other.

"You used to love those things about me," I said softly, though the words didn't matter anymore. Tears burned behind my eyes. "But you could have saved our daughter, Declan. If not for me, then at least for humanity's sake. You left her there to die, how cruel can you be?"

He laughed in my face.

"Save that wench and have something tying us together for life? Absolutely not. Better she dies so our chapter ends forever."

He shrugged, amusement twisting his features.

"Annoying little brat, no self-love, just like her mother. I only tolerated her because I hadn't achieved my goal yet. Now I am finally free from both of you."

His laughter echoed, and Monica joined him.

Something snapped inside me, I didn't plan it, My hand moved before my mind did.

I grabbed the flower vase on the table beside me and swung it with all the strength I had left.

It crashed against the side of his head. Declan's eyes went wide for a second before his body collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud. Monica in the room screamed and backed away, but all I could do was stand there, breathing hard, my hand still shaking around the broken vase. Declan wasn't moving.

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I sat across from Adele in the tiny visitation room, my face so swollen I could barely see properly. Two weeks here felt like two years. My whole body throbbed with bruises.

Adele's eyes widened the moment she saw me. She covered her mouth like she might scream.

"What did you even do to deserve this cruel treatment?" she asked, her voice trembling.

I shook my head slowly. "I don't know. It feels like they purposely pick on me or someone told them to. They beat me anytime they want, for anything."

I tried to smile, but it cracked into something painful instead. Maybe this was the punishment I deserved for murdering my husband. Just two weeks inside these walls and I had already wished a thousand times that I could wind back the clock.

My life was wrecked by the single mistake of marrying that beast. Losing him wasn't even the beginning of my problems. First, I was kicked out of my own company. Then investigators discovered a massive loan taken out in my name, but I never signed anything. Declan had forged the documents, taken the money, and spent it. He didn't stop there, he cleared out our joint account, leaving me with nothing but debt and now a murder charge hanging over my head.

"What do we do now?" Adele asked, panic rising. "Your account is empty, your jewelry is gone, your land deeds gone. That man drained you. How all those things vanished after his death is a mystery."

"My housekeeper would never take them," I said. "Could someone have broken in? But even then, why take documents? And who cleared my accounts?" My stomach twisted. "Something is very wrong."

"You know what, sell the house. The documents are with my parents. Please, Adele do anything to save me. If I stay here longer, I will die."

Adele's eyes filled. She held my bruised hand gently.

"I promise. I'll do everything I can. You are not dying here."

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The guard called my name, and my heart leaped. Adele must have news about the house. Maybe, finally something was going right.

But when I stepped into the visitation room, it wasn't Adele waiting for me.It was my mother.

One look at her face and my knees almost buckled, when she saw me her eyes went wide, I could barely see with an eye.

"Mum? Where's Adele?"

She swallowed hard. "Baby, Adele is dead."

The room spun, "What do you mean gone?" My voice cracked. "Gone where?"

"She caught her husband cheating," my mother whispered. "They argued, he pushed her. She hit her head and died before the ambulance arrived."

I stared at her, unable to breathe, stared at her, feeling the ground tilt under me. Adele, my only friend, the one person desperate to save me.

"What about the house?" I asked finally, "She was supposed to sell the house. Please tell me she gave you the documents."

"And the house..." My mother's voice cracked. "The bank took it. They claimed it against the loan in your name. There's nothing left to sell."

The world around me blurred, realising that every lifeline I had was gone.

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That night, I couldn't close my eyes, Adele's death replayed in my mind over and over until my chest ached with every breath. I curled on the thin mattress, trembling, wishing for morning. It feels like this darkness is eating me up.

The cell door clicked, I froze cause it wasn't time for rounds.

Three inmates slipped in, the same women who had been tormenting me since the day I arrived.

My heart sank, I quickly sat up, " Please not tonight," I whispered.

Something in me felt like they were here for their usual beating, I looked at one of their hands and she was holding a knife.

"You should have just learnt to let go, take your L in peace," one of them muttered.

"I didn't do anything," I said, scrambling back until my spine hit the wall.

"That's the problem," another said. "Someone wants you gone."

Before I could scream, the first blow landed hard, crushing my breath. I tasted blood instantly. They dragged me off the mattress and onto the cold floor, fists raining down on both sides of my face, my ribs, my stomach.

Then something sharp pressed against my skin, I jerked, but two of them held me down.

The third leaned close, her voice a whisper. "This is from outside."

The blade slid in cold fire tearing through my side.

I gasped, eyes wide, then another stab, they kept stabbing me. Hot blood pooled beneath me, spreading fast. I tried to speak, to beg, to scream, but only choking sounds came out.

My vision dimmed as their footsteps retreated, the cell door closing quietly behind them like nothing had happened.

The ceiling above me blurred. My fingers twitched weakly against the floor. All I could think was that I never got to say goodbye.

The only thing that kept replaying in my

mind was, I curse the day I met Declan, I wish I could get my revenge even in death.

Then everything went blank.

Amelia

I gasped awake, my lungs pulling in air that smelled like flowers and expensive perfume. Not the damp, metallic stench of a prison cell. My heart hammered against my ribs as I blinked against bright sunlight.

I blinked hard. Where was I? I looked around, confused, because this place felt familiar. This garden, I knew it well, I have been here before.

Rows of chairs. White fabric draped between posts. Wedding music playing softly in the background.

This was Adele's wedding from three years ago, how the hell was that possible? Was my mind playing tricks on me? Was I reliving my past before going to hell?

My hands were shaking. I looked down at them - no bruises, no scars. I touched my stomach - flat, no pregnancy, no wound. My body was whole.

But that was impossible. I had died in prison. I remembered the cold floor, the sound of footsteps approaching my cell, and then nothing.

A dream. It had to be a dream. The kind that feels so real my body can't tell the difference.

My eyes dropped to my hand, and I almost jerked out of my seat. Declan was holding it, this was real. He was sitting right beside me like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn't destroyed my life. Like I hadn't died because of everything connected to him.

I snatched my hand away and stood up so fast the chair tipped behind me.

Everyone staring at me like I was acting weird. Adele was standing there in her wedding dress, staring at me nervously while her makeup artist adjusted her veil.

Declan reached for my arm and whispered, "Amelia, what are you doing? Sit down, do you want to ruin your friend's wedding?"

I pulled away from him. The dream - if that's what it was - had shown me everything. Every lie. Every betrayal. Every choice that led to my daughter dying in a hospital bed while I rotted in a cell.

I didn't know if it was prophecy or madness. But I knew one thing: if it was real, Killian's phone would prove it. He and Declan were always cut from the same cloth.

The pastor looked at me. "Is there a reason why you do not consent to their marriage, miss?"

My eyes went wide, so that was why everyone was murmuring and giving me those weird looks. God really has a sense of humor, because why would I snap back to my senses at the exact moment she was about to say I do? I remembered in my dream I was crying when she said it, but I see everything clearly now.

"Adele, we need to talk." Ignoring everyone around us, I fixed my gaze firmly on Adele, my best friend who had always given me everything.

"What's wrong, Amy? Why are you trying to ruin my happy moment? We planned this together." Adele clutched her bouquet to her chest, panic clear on her face.

I pulled her aside to a quiet, empty corner. "I swear to you, I am not crazy. I just heard some rumors - Killian has been cheating on you. And if I explain it, you will probably think I'm crazy. But please, do not go ahead with this wedding."

Adele looked at me like I had grown horns. "Girl, what are you even saying? Are you sure you are not high?" she asked, looking around like someone should come save her from me.

"Listen to me. Do you trust me?" I asked. She nodded. "Then you know I would never do anything to ruin your life."

"Check Killian's phone. The chat between him and Declan, there has to be something there," I said.

Adele studied my deathly pale expression and finally gave in."Alright... This whole thing is incredibly weird, but I' ll always believe in you."

She marched back to where Killian was standing and asked for his phone. He refused at first, insisting he wasn't handing it over, but he eventually gave it to her. She scrolled, and her eyes went wide. I rushed to her side, she turned the screen toward me.

The messages were right there - Killian and Declan, disgusting details, dates, amounts of money. One message from Killian read: She's paying for everything. Just keep her happy till I get what I need.

I looked at Declan. He looked completely baffled, gazing at me with plain dissent, as though my odd behavior had cost him face.

It was all real. Declan lied to me every single step of the way!

"You have been cheating on me! You even said you are only with me because of the money," she spat, shouting at him. Killian opened his mouth. "Babe, it's not -"

Adele pulled the ring off her finger and threw it at his chest. He flinched.

I grabbed her hand before she could say more. "Let's go."

Declan stepped in front of me. "Amelia, babe, you're clearly not well. Whatever this is -"

He looked humble right now, but I knew exactly who he was, the desperate fashion designer dating me only because he wanted me to fund his career, drain all my money, ruin me, and eventually have me murdered.

I stepped closer to him. "I don't care what you or Killian feel, but as for me and you? It's over."

"Wait, what? Because Adele broke up with Killian? What does that have to do with us?" he asked.

"Everything. I don't want anything to do with you again. Don't come to my house, my company, or anywhere near me. This is the end. Go find someone else to leech off, okay?"

Declan stared at me for a long moment, like he was trying to process that I was serious.

"You really mean that?" he asked, like he thought I was joking.

"I really mean it," I said, stepping back. "I am done. Don't follow me, don't call me, don't even look for me."

He shook his head slowly, like he didn't fully believe it, but I didn't give him a chance to argue. I grabbed Adele's hand, and we walked out of the garden together, leaving both Killian, Declan and the guests standing there.

"I will give you a lift," a voice called out. I turned to see Jake, who happened to be Adele's cousin and was also at the wedding, waving at us. "I am heading whatever way you are heading."

"Can we please not go home?" Adele sobbed. "I don't want to sulk there or face my mom, she is going to rub it in my face that she told me he was a gold digger. " I pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Jake grinned. "Absolutely. A crazy biker party tonight - my original plan. You girls in?"