Once My Tormentors Now My Supplicants (Stella) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The North was buried under a thick blanket of snow, the landscape a frozen white as far as the eye could see. A frail woman, dressed in threadbare clothes that did little to shield her from the cold, was carefully guided out by two policewomen.

This was Stella Hayes, a survivor of abduction, finally rescued from Dusty Pines, a small town, after three long years. Home, at last.

Her once-luminous eyes-large and striking-were now sunken deep into her gaunt, hollowed face, no bigger than a child’s palm.

She kept them tightly shut, the daylight too harsh after years spent in darkness. Then she ducked her head slightly, the dimmer light easing the strain on her sensitive eyes.

The officers supported her as she shuffled forward, her legs weak and uncooperative.

She hated being a burden, but years of confinement in a sunless cave had left her muscles atrophied, her circulation so poor she could barely stand, let alone walk. For now, she had no choice but to lean on them.

Max Hayes, Stella’s brother, had been on the phone with Anna, his another sister. When he spotted the three of them, he stepped out of the idling SUV, the heater still blasting warm air inside.

“Mr. Hayes, you came alone?” one of the officers asked.

“Yeah,” Max replied smoothly. “The rest of the family’s at home, putting together a welcome for her.”

The officers nodded. It made sense-after three years missing, of course the Hayes family would want to celebrate Stella’s return. Satisfied, they gently transferred Stella into Max’s care before heading back.

The moment the officers were out of sight, Max’s grip loosened. Stella, unprepared, crumpled to the ground. A sharp jolt of pain shot through her legs-the faint sensation she’d only just begun to regain now flaring into agony.

Max’s polite facade vanished. His expression turned icy, his voice dripping with disdain. “Three years gone, and you’re still pulling the same act,” he sneered.

His voice was calmer now, but the contempt was the same. The same old favoritism, and the same disgust reserved only for her.

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Chapter 1

The words cut deeper than the pain in Stella’s legs. When the kidnappers had demanded 1.5 million to free just one of Anna and Stella, their parents were torn. It was Max who made the decision without a second thought: “Take Anna.”

That choice sealed Stella’s fate-she was sold off, nearly shipped to Middle-South Yaria, and survived hell only to end up trapped in Dusty Pines.

Swallowing the bitterness rising in her throat, Stella tried to push herself up. Her legs trembled, useless. She collapsed back onto the snow.

Max scoffed, “I’d think three years would’ve taught you-your little performances have never worked on me, and they never will.”

Stella froze. She and Anna were twins, identical in looks but not in how they were treated. While Anna seemed delicate, Stella came across as manipulative for the same

reasons.

Like when Anna snuck hot water when no one was around. When she spilled it and screamed, the whole family rushed over, fawning over Anna and asking, “Stella, are you so jealous that you’d try to burn your own sister?”

And Stella was left right there, scalded and forgotten. The scars still mark her legs.

Stella gritted her teeth and forced herself to stand upright, trembling slightly. Then, with a deliberate air of calm, she gave a sarcastic nod. “Thank you, Mr. Hayes, for picking me up. Sorry to waste your time.”

Max’s chest tightened, an invisible fist squeezing around his heart. When he’d decided to come get her himself, he’d imagined something different—a real reunion, the way it used to be.

Stella had always been the vibrant one. No matter how long he’d been away, she’d be the first to launch herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, grinning as she demanded, “Max, tell me everything! Was it cold out there?”

When he’d broken his arm in a basketball game, she’d stuck by him for three months, relentless in her care. Even when he snapped at her, she’d just laugh, undeterred.

And she’d taught herself to cook his favorites, shrugging off his indifference every time with that same unwavering smile. “You’re my brother. Who else should I spoil?”

Guilt twisted inside him. He’d been the one to choose Anna that day. He’d handed Stella over to hell.

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Chapter I

For two years, he’d buried himself in work, clawing his way to the top of the company. Yet today, he’d cleared his schedule and driven here himself, clinging to some foolish

hope.

But all he got was a hollow formality, like he was nothing but a villain. The sting of betrayal and hope sharpened into anger.

“Get in the car,” he ordered. “Our parents and Anna are really happy about your return. They’re throwing a party at home. Don’t keep them and the guests waiting.” Then he opened the car door and slid inside.

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The bitter winter wind cut deep, and she shivered, having forgone a down jacket. Words like “parents” felt foreign on her tongue-even though it had only been three years since she’d last said them, it might as well have been a lifetime.

Ever since she was a kid, she was always expected to take a backseat to Anna, just because she was the healthier one.

Over time, she even started to believe that she’d somehow taken Anna’s share of nutrients in the womb, leaving her sister frail and sickly. So, she tried to make up for it by always putting Anna first.

But her patience hadn’t earned her parents’ approval-if anything, it had only made them harsher.

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