All Chapters of Abandoned King Gives No Mercy: Hell Will Burn: Chapter 1
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When is all fell down
Chapter one; When is all fell down.Ethan's Pov;Sally's behavior since the past few weeks has been indifferent, so this was the reason. She has finally succumbed to her mother' s quest to divorce me. I was sitting at the far end of the dining table when Sally's mom tossed some pictures on my face.They hit me before dropping to the floor, I bent over and picked all up, photos that I never knew existed, my hands raised in mid-air almost handing on Sally's face. Sally's face was bruised with scars from several beatings.That never happened, I have never raised my hands on Sally before, I loved her so much and she knew that, I looked at Sally I wanted her to say something but she was standing behind her mother, holding her arms and trembling, she couldn't even meet my gaze as if it was too much of a burden.Mrs Tyler has never liked since the beginning of it all, she wanted her daughter to marry for connections and more money so to continue building the family name but instead her daugh
Burn It All Down
Chapter Two: Burn It All DownThe tequila hit first. Then the whiskey. Both burning down my throat, one after the other like I was trying to drown something that refused to die.The bartender didn’t ask questions. Maybe he’d seen enough wrecked men tonight to know when to keep quiet. Good for him. I didn’t want to talk. Talking meant remembering, and remembering hurt.I kept my eyes on the counter, tracing the thin line of condensation from my glass. The sound of laughter floated from a corner booth, couples, maybe, celebrating something stupid like anniversaries or promotions. For a second, I almost turned to look, but I stopped myself. I didn’t want to see happy faces tonight. I didn’t want to see anything that reminded me of what I’d lost.My phone buzzed for the tenth time. I flipped it over and saw her name again Sally. I let it ring until it stopped. Then I turned the phone off completely. She didn’t get to do that. Not anymore.It’s funny how quiet heartbreak sounds. It’s not s
The Beginning of the Rebuild
Chapter Three; The Beginning of the RebuildThe next morning, I woke up with a headache that felt like someone had split my skull open. My tongue was dry, my stomach churned, and the faint smell of whiskey still clung to my shirt. I didn’t even remember how I got home.But I remembered Derrick’s words. Build something that’ll make them regret it.For a while, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling of my tiny apartment, the kind that smelled like old paint and damp walls. There was no sunlight, just the dull hum of a city that didn’t care. I used to hate mornings like this, but right now, I didn’t mind the silence. It gave me space to think.I kept replaying last night, the bar, the drink, the deal. It almost felt unreal. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or if I had actually agreed to help Derrick build a company from scratch. But something about the idea pulled at me. It gave me a reason to get up.So I did.By noon, I found myself standing outside an old warehouse that l
The Fallen Star
Chapter Four: The Fallen StarYvonne's POV:The camera flashes were the worst part.They used to be applause light, attention, admiration. Now they felt like punishment.“Yvonne Wells caught leaving hotel with married director,” the headlines screamed. “Model caught in affair scandal.”Everywhere I looked, it was my face on TV screens, on gossip blogs, plastered across timelines with words like shameless, homewrecker, fallen idol.And the worst part? None of it was true.But the world didn’t care about the truth. They only wanted blood.I stared at myself in the dressing room mirror. My mascara was smudged, my lipstick faded. The studio that once felt like a second home now felt like a courtroom, and I was the guilty one waiting for a verdict.My manager, Lila, was pacing behind me. “They’ve canceled the campaign with LuxeWear. And the perfume deal’s gone too.”I didn’t even look up. “All of them?”“Every single one,” she said. “Yvonne… they’re saying you need to take a break. Stay
The Contract
Chapter Five; The ContractThe next morning felt unreal, like the kind of morning that comes after a dream you can’t shake off. The gala had ended hours ago, but my head was still spinning from the lights, the whispers, and mostly, from him.Ethan Hank.His name was everywhere now. Every headline, every conversation. People called him the cold genius, the man who built an empire from scratch, who didn’t smile, didn’t bend, didn’t fall. And maybe that’s what made him so captivating, he looked like someone who’d already burned down once and learned how to live in the ashes.I knew that feeling.Lila called early. “You made the front page again.”“Of course I did,” I said, half-asleep, voice dry. “What did I do this time? Breathe wrong?”She laughed. “Relax. It’s good press. You were seen talking to Ethan Hank last night.”I sat up fast. “Talking? I didn’t even say a word to him.”“Doesn’t matter. The camera caught you two in one frame. That’s all they need.”I sighed and rubbed my face.
The First Show
Chapter Six: The First ShowThe contract was signed three days ago.Just paper and ink, really. But somehow, it felt heavier than anything I’d ever signed before.Ethan’s name was bold on the bottom, mine right beside it. Every time I looked at that page, I remembered his calm, cold, and steady voice. “You’ll get your reputation back. I’ll get mine under control.”I told myself it was just business. That’s what it had to be.But the truth? I wasn’t sure anymore.The driver opened the door for me outside the hotel, and a wave of noise hit instantly, cameras, flashes, the chorus of a hundred voices shouting my name.“Yvonne! Over here!”“Yvonne Wells, is it true you’re dating Ethan Hank?”“Smile for us!”I stepped out slowly, the fabric of my dress catching the light. A deep red gown, Ethan’s choice, of course. “Red stands out,” he’d said. “It’ll make them look.”And he was right. They were looking.The flashes were almost blinding, but I smiled through them, my hand gripping my clutc
The Ghost in the Mirror
Chapter Seven: The Ghost in the MirrorEthan's Pov;I didn’t sleep much.The city outside my window was quiet, but my mind wouldn’t shut up. The night kept replaying itself in loops, the flashes, her voice, that moment on the red carpet when Yvonne looked at me like she was trying to see through the man I’d spent years building.It wasn’t supposed to feel like that.It was supposed to be a simple, simple transaction. She needed her reputation back; I needed a distraction. Nothing more. But the image of her laughing softly at something Derrick said, the way she steadied her hands when she thought no one was watching it stayed with me.I hated that it did.I poured a cup of black coffee and sat by the window, the city skyline staring back like it was mocking me. The sun hadn’t risen yet, but the sky was starting to turn gray that in-between times when the world felt like it’s still deciding whether to wake up or not.That was me, I guess. Still deciding.I used to believe silence was pe
The Weight of Pretending
Chapter Eight: The Weight of PretendingThe camera flashes used to feel like home.Now they felt like chains.Every time the light hit my face, I remembered the contract the neat signature at the bottom, the words “strictly business” echoing in my head like a warning.It was supposed to be simple. Six months of pretending. Six months of smiling, posing, playing the part of the perfect girlfriend to a man who didn’t believe in love.But nothing about Ethan Hank was simple.We had a photoshoot that morning. Some glossy magazine wanted to do a feature on “The Power Couple of the Year.” I almost laughed when they said it. If only they knew.Ethan arrived on time, as always calm, composed, every move measured. I hated how effortlessly perfect he looked, how the world seemed to bend a little around him without him even trying.“Good morning,” he said, nodding politely as he joined me on set.“Morning,” I replied, trying to sound normal.The photographer clapped his hands together. “Alrig
Cracks in the Armor
Chapter Nine: Cracks in the ArmorThe mind is a strange thing. You can convince it of anything that you’re fine, that you’re in control, that nothing touches you anymore.Until something… or someone, proves you wrong.It started small. A glance that lingered too long, a laugh that stayed in my head hours after she was gone.Yvonne had a way of making silence feel less heavy. I didn’t like it.I’d built my life on quite the kind that didn’t need noise or company. And now she was there, disrupting it without even trying.We were supposed to meet for a brand partnership shoot that morning. I got there early, like I always did. The room was all light and glass too bright for my liking. Derrick was already there, leaning against a table, scrolling through his phone.“Look who finally decided to fall in love,” he said without looking up.I frowned. “What are you talking about?”He smirked. “Come on, Ethan. The way you look at her it’s almost romantic. And that’s saying a lot, coming from
When the World Turns
Chapter Ten; When the World TurnsYvonne's Pov;It started with one post.Just one.A blurry picture of me and Ethan at a charity dinner, taken from an angle that made it look too intimate, his hand near my back, my head slightly tilted toward him. The caption said, “She’s not who she says she is.”At first, I didn’t think much of it. Just another faceless rumor in an endless stream of online noise. But then there was another post. And another.Within a few hours, my name was trending again not for my comeback, not for the charity work I’d been doing, but for the same old story: Yvonne Wells, manipulative model using billionaire for fame.I didn’t have to read far to know who started it.Sally Tyler.The name hit me like cold water. I’d seen her once on the news, on some old article about Ethan’s past. She was beautiful in that perfectly polished way money could buy. Her words were worse than the pictures.“She’s using him,” one post said, tagged with her verified account. “She’s don