I Aborted His Only Heir

On my wedding day, my mother died under the screeching tires of a Maybach. The woman behind the wheel was Talia, the adopted sister Elvis Beaumont cherished above all else. The security footage was a nightmare looped in my mind: her dragging my mothers body for miles until there was nothing left but a sickening trail of red and white on the asphalt.

After eight years of loving him, Elvis finally promised to stand by me. But the moment I filed charges for first-degree murder, he handed me a blank check. "Talia is young," he said, his voice as cold as the basement hed locked me in. "Prison would destroy her."

To stop me from appearing in court, he kept mehis pregnant wifeshackled in the dark for three days. It was only then that I realized that in his world, I was always the one meant to be sacrificed.

After seventy-two hours of silence, the heavy steel door groaned open. Elvis stepped into the dim light of the basement.

"Madeline," he started, his voice devoid of the warmth that used to define us. "Have you reconsidered the withdrawal?"

He didn't ask if I was hungry. He didn't ask about the baby. His first words were a plea for his spoiled little princess.

I forced my head up, my jaw aching from tension. "I will never withdraw those charges, Elvis. Never."

"I will make sure Talia pays for what she did. Every cent, every second of her life."

Elvis crossed his long legs, his face obscured by the shadows, but I could feel the glacial chill emanating from his eyes. "Talia was reckless. Shed had a few drinks and she hit your mother by accident. Ill provide whatever compensation you want. Write any number on the check. Isn't that enough?"

He paused, a cruel edge sharpening his tone. "Your mother was sixty. In a wrongful death suit, her life is worth maybe a million, tops. Look at the math, Maddy. Youre coming out ahead."

Ahead?

The air left my lungs as if hed punched me. A sharp, twisting pain flared in my abdomen, and a cold sweat broke across my brow.

"Elvis, that was my mother! The woman who raised me! You think you can put a price tag on her soul?"

My voice cracked, rising to a scream. "Talia knew she hit someone! She kept driving! She dragged her until her heart stopped beating! That isn't an accidentits a slaughter! Does she not have to answer for that?"

Elviss brow furrowed, his patience clearly reaching its limit. "Madeline, Im giving you one last chance to be reasonable."

His assistant stepped forward, holding a tablet. A video played. It was a live feed of my fathers hospital room. He had been in a vegetative state for years, a silent ghost of the man he once was. In the video, a man stood over him, a pair of surgical scissors hovering inches from his oxygen line.

"Withdraw the case," Elvis whispered, "or watch your father die. Choose."

The blood drained from my face, rushing to my head in a deafening throb. I lunged forward, a primal scream tearing from my throat, but Elvis caught me, pinning my arms to my sides.

"Think carefully, Madeline. Are you really going to throw away your future for a dead woman?"

His words were like a devils bargain, piercing through whatever was left of my heart.

Years ago, when Elvis first took over the Beaumont empire, his ruthless tactics earned him many enemies. He was kidnapped during a high-stakes deal gone wrong. My father was the lead detective on the case. In the final standoff, my father took a bullet meant for Elvis, a bullet that shattered his spine and left him in a coma.

Out of guiltor perhaps a twisted sense of debtElvis took my mother and me in. He paid for every medical bill. For five years, he was my rock. He never missed a milestone. We grew together, our bond shifting from gratitude to a deep, consuming love.

On the day I graduated, he proposed in front of the entire university, promising me a life of unparalleled happiness.

But he broke that promise the moment Talia returned from her "studies" abroad.

I looked into his pitch-black eyes. "Elvis, have you forgotten? My father is in that bed because he saved your life. And now youre willing to kill him to protect a girl who spends her days breaking every law she can find?"

I was shaking so violently my teeth rattled. Even with the evidence of his cruelty right in front of me, I couldn't believe he would go this far for her.

Elvis sighed, a long, weary sound as if he were the victim. "Ive already punished her, Madeline. She knows she made a mistake."

"Were family. Theres no need to turn this into a public circus."

I knew exactly what Elviss "punishment" looked like.

A week-long grounding. A suspended credit card. Meaningless gestures that hed recycled for eight years. I was sick of it.

Ever since Talia came back, she was the third person in our marriage. If Elvis spent more than ten minutes with me, her phone call would tear him away. She was always threatening suicide or getting into some high-speed chase that required his legal team to scrub the records.

Elvis would tell me not to worry about her, but he was always the first to run to her side. And I was always the one left behind.

Every time, hed soothe me with the same tired lines.

"Maddy, she lost her parents young. Im all she has. I have to be responsible for her."

"Maddy, shes just spirited. Shes not a bad person. Were her elders; we have to be patient."

But this time, her "spirit" had murdered my mother to stop our wedding. I thought Elvis would finally see reason. But his heart was a compass that only pointed toward Talia.

Watching the video of my father, the tears Id held back for weeks finally spilled over.

"Fine, Elvis," I whispered. "Ill do it. Ill withdraw the charges."

A spark of triumph lit his eyes, and he offered a smile that made my skin crawl. "Thats my girl. I knew youd understand."

"In seven days, well have the wedding again. A real one this time. Okay?"

I didn't nod. I didn't shake my head. I just took the pen and signed my name on the legal waiver, every stroke feeling like a jagged blade carving into my chest.

That night, I saw Talias Instagram post. She was celebrating her "freedom" at a rooftop bar. Behind her was a mountain of luxury shopping bags, the centerpiece being a vintage Patek Philippe watch.

It was worth three hundred thousand dollarsthe same watch Elvis had outbid everyone for at a charity gala last month.

Thanks to the best 'Uncle' for giving me my life backagain.

I saw Elviss profile in the likes. In eight years, he had never liked a single photo of mine. But he never missed one of hers.

"Shes just a kid, she cares about that social media stuff," he used to tell me. "If I don't like it, she throws a tantrum."

I never made a scene about Talia because I wanted to be the "mature" one. But now, while my mothers body was being prepared for a casket, he was celebrating Talias rebirth.

I stood by the window of our cold mansion, my heart turning to stone. I picked up the phone and dialed the clinic.

"Hello. Id like to schedule a termination."

I looked down at my flat stomach. This baby was supposed to be my wedding gift to Elvis. But some gifts shouldn't be given. Just like our wedding, this story was never going to have a happy ending.

I organized my mothers funeral alone. The chapel was filled with gardenias, her favorite.

On the day of the service, Elvis showed up holding Talias hand. As I watched, Talia stepped toward the altar to light a candle.

"Who gave you permission to be here?"

My voice was a whip, cracking through the silence of the chapel. I slapped the candle out of her hand. The hot wax splashed onto her skin, and she let out a piercing shriek, recoiling into Elviss arms.

"Elvis... it hurts!"

Elvis looked at her reddened hand, his eyes burning with sudden fury. "Shes just trying to pay her respects, Madeline. Was it really necessary to attack her?"

Talias eyes welled with practiced tears. She reached out to grab my hand, her voice a trembling whisper. "Maddy, Im so sorry. I was coming to the wedding to bring you a gift... I didn't know it would happen like that!"

"Elvis already punished me so much. I really, truly know I was wrong."

She was a master of the "innocent girl" act, and Elvis was her most devoted audience. I used to tolerate it for him. Not anymore.

"Elvis, I am saying this for the last time. Get her out of here."

The guests were whispering, pointing. Everyone knew Talia had been the driver. The facade on Talias face began to slip.

"She was just an old woman!" Talia snapped, her voice losing its sweetness. "She was going to die sooner or later anyway!"

"If Elvis hadn't dragged me here, do you think Id want to come to this dump?"

She marched to the front of the room before anyone could react and grabbed the porcelain urn containing my mothers ashes.

"You don't want me to light a candle?" she hissed. "Fine. Then nobody gets to say goodbye!"

My heart stopped. "No!"

With a sickening crash, the urn shattered against the floor. Gray dust exploded into the air, coating the carpet.

The room went deathly silent.

A sharp, acidic burn rose in my throat, but I forced myself not to cry. I dropped to my knees, desperately trying to scoop the ash and bone fragments back together with my bare hands.

Talia, meanwhile, looked like a woman possessed. She began tearing down the floral arrangements, smashing the framed photos of my mother. She turned the funeral into a riot.

I walked out of the hall clutching the small amount of ash I could save. Elvis chased after me, catching me by the arm.

"Maddy, shes just got a temper. She can't handle people criticizing her. She went too far this time, I know."

"Don't worry, Ill arrange a new service... I'll handle everything."

The same words. The same poison. I felt a wave of nausea so strong I almost gagged. I pulled my arm back.

"Don't touch me."

I pushed his hand away with a strength I didn't know I had. Elviss hand hung in the empty air, and for a second, he looked shaken.

I hadn't walked ten steps when my phone buzzed. It was the private nurse Id hired for my father.

"Ms. Rossi... your fathers oxygen. Someone pulled the plug..."

The world tilted on its axis.

I rushed to the hospital, the urn fragment still clutched to my chest. By the time I arrived, my fathers body was already covered in a white sheet.

"Who did this? Tell me who!" I screamed at the head nurse. "I paid for extra security! How did someone get in?"

Ever since Elvis threatened him, Id changed the staff. I thought Id made him safe.

"It... it was Ms. Beaumont," the nurse stammered, trembling. "She said your father was a drain on hospital resources. She said the hospital had stopped his care..."

"She owns a stake in this facility, Ms. Rossi. No one dared to stop her."

The nurse dropped to her knees, terrified of the legal fallout. "Please, don't fight her. You can't win."

The image of Talia smashing the urn flashed in my mind, fueled by a rage that burned hotter than any fire. I took a cab back to the mansion. As I stepped out, I heard music blasting from inside. Laughter.

"If her dad hadn't saved Elvis, do you think hed ever look at a girl like her?"

"Im never letting him marry anyone but me."

"First wedding, the mom dies. Second attempt, the dad dies. Lets see if shes brave enough for a third!"

Talias voice, shrill and arrogant, echoed through the halls. I kicked the front door open and slammed the power switch on the stereo.

I walked straight up to Talia and delivered a slap that echoed like a gunshot.

Talia stumbled back, clutching her cheek. Her face contorted into something demonic. "You hit me? No one hits me!"

She screamed for the security shed hired. Within seconds, two men pinned me to the floor.

"So what if your parents are dead? I lost mine too. You think youre special, Madeline?"

She ground her stiletto heel into the back of my hand until I cried out in pain.

"I killed your father. I killed your mother. And I can kill you, too."

"People like you... youre just trash. Cheap, replaceable trash."

Someone restarted the music. Talia and her friends took turns kicking me while I was down. A small pocketknife appeared, and Talia dragged the blade across my forearm, her eyes dancing with excitement at the sight of my blood.

"Youll pay for this, Talia. I swear to God, youll pay."

"Pay?" She laughed, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

She had them drag me into a small storage closet under the stairs and zip-tie my hands. "Watch closely, Maddy. Lets see who pays."

They taped my mouth shut. I struggled against the ties, my heart hammering, and then I heard the front door open again.

Elvis walked in. He looked at Talia and frowned. "What happened to your face?"

Talia glanced back at the closet door, her smile widening.

"Oh, you know me. I got into a little scuffle."

"Tell everyone to leave, Elvis. If Maddy comes back and sees this mess, shell be upset again."

Elvis sighed, his expression softening into that familiar, indulgent look. He tapped her nose playfully. "Youre always causing trouble."

He dismissed the crowd. Talia wrapped her arms around his waist, purring as the guests filtered out. But she didn't let go. Her hands moved over him with a hunger that was distinctly un-sisterly.

"Elvis..." she breathed. "Let me show you something."

Through the crack in the closet door, I saw Elviss eyesusually so cold and professionalcloud with a dark, familiar heat. He backed her against the wall near the stairs.

His voice dropped to a low, gravelly register Id only heard in our most private moments. "Talia, you shouldn't tempt me like this."

"You know the world won't let us be together. Theres no future for us."

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. My nails dug into my palms. In eight years of dating, Elvis and I had only been intimate a handful of times, usually after hed been drinking. Id always assumed he just wasn't a physical person.

I was wrong. He just wasn't physical with me.

"I don't care about the world," Talia whispered, pulling his head down. "Im happy being your little secret."

They collided in a feverish, desperate kiss. I watched them against the wall, my own body aching from the kicks and the cuts, but the pain in my chest was worse. Eight years of my life had been nothing but a smoke screen for their filth.

"Elvis," Talia gasped between breaths. "I pulled the plug on Maddys dad."

I waited for the explosion. For him to throw her off. For him to remember the man who took a bullet for him.

Instead, he just chuckled, his breath hot against her neck. "You really can't go a day without a crisis, can you?"

"Fine. Ill handle Maddy. Ill tell her it was a hospital error."

No blame. No horror. Just the exhausted fondness of a man cleaning up a toddlers spilled milk.

I felt the tears dry on my face. I reached for the phone in my pocketthe one theyd forgotten to take. I hit 'record.'

Talia laughed, promising to be "good," and they disappeared into the master bedroom.

I sat in the dark until the house went quiet. Eventually, Talia came back. She was wearing nothing but a silk robe, her neck covered in bruises. She opened the closet door.

"Hear all that?" she sneered. "To him, your parents lives are just 'little accidents.' You really think you can beat me?"

I didn't say a word. I didn't even look at her.

Frustrated by my lack of reaction, she kicked me one last time and left.

As soon as the house was empty, I used a sharp edge of a shelf to saw through the zip ties. I left the mansion and sent the audio file to my lawyer.

This time, Im taking her down. All the way.

My lawyer replied instantly. I told you to wait for this. This is the leverage we need to break the Beaumonts. Its over for them.

Send the divorce papers to his office tomorrow, I typed.

I went to the hospital to finalize my fathers arrangements, then I sat in the waiting room for my own surgery. My phone rang. It was Elvis.

"Maddy? Where are you? The hospital called about your dadit was a terrible oversight on their part. Ive already filed a complaint."

"Well hold a joint funeral for your parents. Ill come pick you up when Im done with a meeting."

I stared at the white walls of the clinic. "Okay," I said quietly.

Elvis hesitated, perhaps sensing the hollowness in my voice. "Where are you exactly?"

I let out a soft, jagged laugh. "Im at the Womens Health Center, Elvis."

"Im waiting for the doctor to take our baby out of me."

I heard the sound of a phone hitting the floor on the other end. I turned my phone off and walked into the operating room.

Wait for me, Elvis. Were going to settle the bill. Every last cent.

Elvis stared at the dead screen, his heart hammering against his ribs. He redialed frantically, but it went straight to voicemail.

He bolted from his chair, grabbing his coat. His assistant met him at the door with a stack of papers.

"Sir, I have the afternoon briefings"

"Cancel everything! I have an emergency!"

The assistant looked uncomfortable, holding out a specific envelope. "But sir... this just arrived by courier. Its from Mrs. Beaumonts lawyer. Its... divorce papers."

Elvis froze. He stared at the bold letters. His eyes turned bloodshot, a sharp, stinging pain blooming behind his lids.