Desired by All and He Threw Away 131

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Chapter 131

Taylor POV

Aiden didn’t fight fair. He fought to win.

In the cabin’s dim light, the man who’d held me last night vanished. In his place stood a predator. Laptops glowed as he built a war room on the rustic table. Every click of the keyboard felt like a bullet loading.

“Watch this,” he said, voice cold enough to frost glass.

First strike: internal documents. Dylan’s own team’s complaint logs–dates bleeding across the screen like fresh wounds. Bullying. Sabotage. Threats. Every ugly secret management had swept under the rug for years.

Second strike: voices from the grave. A former massage therapist, her voice shaking even now. An equipment manager who still jumped at loud noises. Their testimonies painted Dylan as the monster we knew he was–a man who broke people for sport.

Third strike: the kill shot.

Audio crackled to life. Dylan’s voice, slick as oil.

“…just say she was crazy. Obsessed. Maybe hint she asked about confidential plays… You’ll get paid. Generously.

A weak, unfamiliar voice protested: “Dylan, man, I can’t just make up—

“You can and you will. Or should I tell everyone about those ‘missing‘ team funds? The ones that magically appeared in your account?”

Silence. Then the sound of a soul selling itself: “…what do you need me to say?”

Aiden killed the audio. The silence that followed was heavier than any sound.

“He was trying to buy witnesses,” Aiden said, eyes dark as a storm. “My team intercepted three of these calls. Different former teammates, same script.” His gaze found mine. “I’ve been saving them. For this exact moment.

He unleashed hell all at once–not to gossip sites, but to every major sports network and legal outlet. Simultaneously, his lawyers sued the three biggest rumor channels. The damages? Astronomical. A message in zeroes: Fuck with us, and I’ll own your soul.

The internet exploded. Then the tide turned–fast and brutal.

My turn came at sunset.

No glam squad. No script. Just me, a camera, and all the truth I’d been choking on.

I wore my oldest sweater, hair in a messy bun. No filter. No bullshit.

When the red light blinked on, I stared straight into the lens.

“My name is Taylor. You’ve been fed lies about me. Let me tell you the truth.” My voice was calm, steady– deader than the drama they wanted. “I raised my siblings before I learned to drive. I worked jobs that broke my

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back so they could have shoes that fit. That’s not a secret–it’s my fucking resume.”

I leaned in, letting the camera see every raw detail.

“Yes, I was with Dylan. Leaving him felt like pulling my own spine out–and it was the best surgery I ever performed. He showed me what evil looks like in designer clothes.”

I let the words hang. Let the audio Aiden released do its dirty work.

“After him, I built a life. With these hands.” I held them up, calluses and all. “Became a physio. Learned to heal what others break.” My eyes drifted to where Aiden stood just off–camera. A real smile touched my lips–the kind that starts deep and burns its way out. “Then came Aiden. Started as a contract. But hearts…” I shook my head, smile turning wicked. “…hearts don’t give a shit about contracts. We chose each other. For real.”

Then my face hardened. Eyes turned to steel.

“Dylan’s attacking now because he can’t stand that I’m happy. That I have what he’ll never deserve–someone who sees the monster and says ‘come through me first.“” My voice dropped to a blade’s edge. “You want my past, Dylan? Take it. But know this: real strength isn’t having no weaknesses. It’s finding the one person who becomes your goddamn armor. I found mine.”

I held the stare for three heartbeats that felt like eternity. Nodded once. The light died.

We dropped the video as the lawsuits hit. Not a defense–a declaration of war.

The internet went nuclear.

Comments flooded like a broken dam:

“HOLY FUCK SHE JUST MURDERED HIM WITH EYE CONTACT ALONE”

“THAT AUDIO??? DYLAN’S A PSYCHOPATH”

“The way she looked at Aiden off–camera I’M ACTUALLY DEAD”

“This isn’t gossip this is a SURVIVOR’S MANIFESTO”

“Aiden with the legal kill shots while she drops truth bombs POWER COUPLE DEFINED”

The narrative didn’t shift—it shattered. “Gold–digger” became “queen.” “Scandal” became “love story for the ages.” Dylan wasn’t a victim–he was a pathetic ex trying to burn down what he couldn’t have.