The Heiress He Poisoned
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To celebrate his startup's funding, my boyfriend Liam forced me to eat a cake baked by his female best friend, Mia.
I immediately smelled peanuts. He knew I was deathly allergic, but he pressured me to take a bite anyway.
When the reaction hit—my throat closing, hives burning my skin—I reached for my EpiPen.
Mia snatched it first.
She turned my only lifeline into a party trick, tossing it in the air while the room cheered.
I grabbed Liam's arm, gasping for air.
"Still pulling this stunt?" he sneered, jerking out of my grip. "Faking an attack over a little jealousy? Then fucking die."
No one believed me. No one helped.
Pulling out my phone with trembling and numb fingers, I sent a final text to my brother before everything went completely dark.
I immediately smelled peanuts. He knew I was deathly allergic, but he pressured me to take a bite anyway.
When the reaction hit—my throat closing, hives burning my skin—I reached for my EpiPen.
Mia snatched it first.
She turned my only lifeline into a party trick, tossing it in the air while the room cheered.
I grabbed Liam's arm, gasping for air.
"Still pulling this stunt?" he sneered, jerking out of my grip. "Faking an attack over a little jealousy? Then fucking die."
No one believed me. No one helped.
Pulling out my phone with trembling and numb fingers, I sent a final text to my brother before everything went completely dark.









































