Jeremy Francisco Angela Facebook ad: “He Let Me Die for Her, Now I'll Watch Him Fall”

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When Queen Mother Eleanor fell into the lake in the Royal Castle gardens, my husband had me locked away. As director of the Royal Medical Center, Silas Bennett didn’t immediately lead a team to respond. Instead, he held back every healer on duty, all to wait for an intern who didn’t even have a full license. He said Ivy Mercer had always wanted to join the Royal Medical Center. As long as she revived the Queen Mother, King Lucian would personally sign off on her qualifications. No one dared to gamble with the Queen Mother’s life. King Lucian was the Alpha King of the entire kingdom and all its affiliated packs. Back when he was still the heir, the previous king had publicly humiliated and assaulted Eleanor in an open council meeting. That same day, Lucian mobilized the Royal Guard loyal to him and stripped his father of the crown. The deposed king later died in a sealed medical ward. From that day on, the entire kingdom knew one thing: if anyone laid a hand on Eleanor, King Lucian would never let them go. In my previous life, I was terrified every healer on duty would be held accountable. Ignoring Silas and my colleagues when they tried to stop me, I rushed out alone to save her. I used the emergency protocol passed down through my home pack, Greenhaven, to stabilize the Queen Mother’s lungs and awaken her weakened wolf. Eleanor was out of danger, but Ivy burst into tears, claiming I had stolen the only chance she would ever have. Two days later, she feigned a breakdown. She screamed in her dorm room, smashed whatever she could grab, and claimed that every time she saw a white uniform, she thought of the life I had ruined. To cheer her up, Silas and the very healers I had saved tricked me into attending a “celebration.” They drugged my drink. After I lost consciousness, they dumped me in an abandoned warehouse outside the city. It was a gathering place for rogues exiled by the kingdom. “Ivy was only one documented rescue away from becoming a royal healer,” Silas had said, his voice cold as he looked down at me from the warehouse doorway. “You knew that, and you still stole her chance.” He stood silhouetted against the light, his face a mask of contempt. “Someone like you doesn’t deserve to live.” The others took my phone and my identity band, laughing as they slammed the heavy door shut. I couldn’t mind-link. The drug suppressed my wolf, so I couldn’t shift, either. For days, those rogues violated me, beat me, and tortured me. Meanwhile, Silas and the others stole my treatment record, claiming credit for saving the Queen Mother and putting Ivy’s name—and their own—on my report. They received the promotions, the bonuses, and the honor of the pack. I died on that freezing concrete floor. ... Before I died, Ivy came to see me. Wearing a brand-new royal healer’s uniform, she crouched in front of me, her smile dripping with satisfaction. “Donatella Rhodes, do you still think that was an accident?” she murmured. “I’m the on......

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He Let Me Die for Her, Now I'll Watch Him Fall