The Family That Wanted Me Dead, Now Wants Me Back — Novel

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In the heart of a world where loyalty is currency and betrayal runs deep, Lyra finds herself ensnared in a web of familial hatred and unrequited love. Eleven years after a near-fatal twist of fate stole her rightful place beside the man she loved, she’s spent her days as a ghost in a house that feels more like a prison. The twins—Ian and Vale—have grown into young men with a thirst for vengeance, treating her as the embodiment of their mother’s tragic end. As their birthday approaches, the tension in the air is palpable, and Lyra is pushed to her breaking point.

Just when it seems she’s finally ready to reclaim her life, she stumbles upon a shocking scene: Magnus, the man who once promised her the world, kneeling before Elara, the woman who stepped into her shoes. With cheers and laughter ringing around her, Lyra realizes that her sacrifices may have been in vain. But as she prepares to walk away, will she find the strength to leave behind the family that never wanted her? Or will the ties of love and obligation pull her back into their dark embrace? In this tale of power, revenge, and the quest for identity, every choice has a price, and every heart holds a secret.

The Family That Wanted Me Dead, Now Wants Me BackChapter 1

Lyra’s POV

“I’ll be back in forty-eight hours to take what’s supposed to be mine—the Don’s wife seat. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it,” I said, my fingers locked tight around the encrypted burner like it was the only thing keeping me upright.

For a second, I just sat there, frozen. Then I dragged in a slow, exhausted breath and killed the call.

“Get out of our house, you poisonous bitch!”

The shout snapped me out of it.

The twins—Ian and Vale—stood in the kitchen doorway like two young kings guarding their territory. Their eyes were bright with rage, sharp and merciless.

I let out a quiet breath. “Happy birthday,” I said softly. “Make a wish.”

I lifted the cake I’d spent hours on—every detail perfect. Not just sugar and frosting either. I’d slipped in my own little protection, the way you do when you’re used to danger.

Ian stepped forward, jaw clenched. “My wish?” His smile was cold. “I wish you’d disappear for good.”

Before I could even blink, he launched the cake straight at my face.