Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - From Betrayal to Power How Family Secrets, Lies, and Shadows Shaped My Fight for Control PART8 #32

Episode Date: July 23, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales#darkfamilysecrets #betrayalhorror #psychologicalwar #familydrama #emotionalturmoil  In Part 8, the narrator faces the harsh reality of a family fractured by deception and greed. Trust is shattered beyond repair, and every step toward reclaiming control is met with resistance and darkness. This chapter delves into emotional battles, psychological torment, and the dangerous effects of buried secrets finally coming to light. The legacy of betrayal threatens to destroy all that remains, leaving a haunting imprint on the narrator’s fight for power.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,familysecrets, betrayalandlies, darklegacy, emotionalconflict, powerstruggle,psychologicalhorror, hauntedpast, twistedloyalties, familycurse, emotionalmadness,mindgames, trustbetrayed, toxicrelationships, darknesswithin, hauntedbloodline,familydrama, cursedlegacy, emotionalbreakdown, horrorofcontrol

The game continues, a woman's path through fire and flirtation. Owen wasn't exactly the moral compass of the office, but damn if he didn't know his job inside out. The man was sharp, strategic, fast thinking, experienced. I actually learned a lot from him, and I won't deny that. But trust him. Nah, never. I kept my guard up around him like my life depended on it. He had this habit of dressing up his flirting as work talk,

tossing compliments like he expected every young woman to swoon right into his arms. Once, he said I was like a slippery fish he just couldn't catch. Gross. I acted like I didn't get the joke, played dumb with a smile, and left it at that. I swear, middle-aged guys like him are the human version of a grease spill, just a big slick mess. Six months later, Bella came back from wherever she'd been studying with some supposed master's degree. I looked up the name of the school she bragged about, some university no one's heard of, basically a scam with Ivy on the website. And to top it off, she took an extra year to finish. But guess what?

Daddy made her vice-general manager anyway. Gotta love nepotism. No experience, no clue what she was doing, just walking into meetings acting like a queen, either showing off or tearing managers apart like she was born to lead. Everyone kissed up to her because of who she was, not what she could do. She bought into her own hype fast, thinking she was some genius businesswoman. While she was busy playing boss, I was out there grinding. In six months, I'd learned how Nova ticked.

I knew who was in which department, what they did, how things flowed. I built real relationships, earned real respect. Watching her fumble her way around like she knew what she was doing. Honestly, it was entertaining. If I'd wanted to sabotage her, it wouldn't have taken more than a whisper. I ran into Andrew again when he was dropping Bella off at work. They were walking in, I was heading out. He saw me first.

His whole face changed, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Shock, guilt, maybe longing. All that in one look. Bella rolled her eyes and barked, are you new here? Don't you know how to greet your superiors? I gave her a tiny bow. Good morning, President Baldwin. That's what she called herself now, President. She'd been there maybe a week. Andrew avoided eye contact, then jogged after me.

I went to BL to find you, he said. They said you transferred. I kept walking like I hadn't heard him. He followed, hands shoved in his pockets like a scolded teenager. I'm sorry. I should have finished the project. I just, I spun around, and he nearly crashed into me. Jenny, don't call me that. My voice cracked. My eyes filled on cue, tears glimmering just enough. Do guys like you think it's a game? Play with someone like me and move on. He froze. No, I didn't mean, didn't what? I leaned in, making him back up a little. Didn't think it matter?

to tell me you were engaged to Bella Baldwin. Didn't see the harm in accepting my gifts and laughing with me like we were something real. You knew what you were doing. Wine, music, long talks. You let it happen. You let me happen. He opened his mouth, but I didn't give him a chance. I left BL to get away from you.

I came here to disappear. So please, do us both a favor and stop. I turned and walked away, leaving him stay. standing there like a statue. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Bella watching us. She'd seen the whole thing. Good. That was the point. I'd even pinched my thigh hard to get those tears going. Knowing she'd stopped by our department later, I placed a framed photo on my desk. It was from a gala a year ago, me in a burgundy Gucci cocktail dress, hair curled, makeup on point. Why that photo? because she wore the same dress to that gala.

We'd had a moment, who wore it better? Let's just say she didn't take it well. Didn't matter if she recognized my face. She'd remember that dress. And she'd hate me for it. Sure enough, after that, she made my life hell. She couldn't fire me, though. That would have meant letting me off too easy.

No, she kept me around, tried to suffocate me. with micromanagement and office gossip. She needed to feel in control, like she had the upper hand. Plus, I bet she worried that if I left, I'd run back to Andrew. Rumors flew. People whispered that I was sleeping my way up the ladder, first Henry, now Owen. Apparently, I was some corporate succubus. Whatever.

Let them talk. I had bigger plans. But Owen, he got bold. Real bold. He started acting like I was next on his hit list. Like he was entitled to me. You see, men like Owen only value what's out of reach. Once they think someone else has had you, they treat you like a buffet.

Next up. No respect. Fine. I played nice long enough. Time to make my move. Two birds, one stone. The company planned a product launch, big event, followed by a banquet. Bella's big moment to shine.

She went all in. I checked her corporate card history, yeah, I can be sneaky, and saw she bought a customized blue Dior gown. Straight out of a fairy tale. I couldn't afford that. But I could copy it. I found a boutique that could replicate it. Not perfect, but close enough to raise eyebrows. For the launch, I wore a clean white power suit.

Business-like. Strong. Classy. People noticed. The event was a hit. Praise all around. Andrew was there, and I caught him staring more than once. Bella noticed too. Her smile was strained, eyes twitchy. Later, for the banquet, I changed into the Dior dupe.

Hair down, one shoulder bare, a single diamond earring sparkling. When I walked in, the whole room paused. Bella's jaw clenched. She looked me up and down like she was about to explode. As we passed each other, she hissed, you're disgusting. You really wore that on purpose. You and that fake dress, trash. I leaned close, voice sweet as honey.

What if I did, she lost it. grabbed my dress and yelled get out rip the fabric tore i gasped clutching the bodice beneath it a white silk slip clung to me everyone went silent to be continued