The Vicious Family's Cruelest Deception

I handed my resignation to my husband, Charles, ending seven years of being the secret genius behind his jewelry empire.

I thought I was just leaving a cheater, but then I learned the horrifying truth.

My stepsister, Haylee, hadn't just stolen him; she had tampered with my medication, deliberately causing every single one of my previous miscarriages.

When I tried to escape, the nightmare truly began.

Haylee killed her own poodle and framed me for it.

To "teach me a lesson," Charles locked me in a pitch-black closet for hours, ignoring my severe claustrophobia.

He dragged me out, forced my pregnant body to kneel, and slammed my head against the marble floor until I bled.

Then, he made me dig the dog's grave with my bare hands while my own mother watched and sneered.

Lying in the dirt, broken and bleeding, I realized they thought they were destroying Charles's heir.

They were wrong.

I dialed the number of the billionaire tycoon who had been waiting in the shadows.

"Grayson," I whispered through cracked lips. "The baby is yours. Come get us."