Mag-log inShe sold her soul to save her daughter… but the devil wears a billionaire’s smile. Emily Carter is a desperate mother clawing her way through the filth of New York’s underworld, dancing for dollars in a club that devours women whole. When her baby girl falls deathly ill, she’s forced into an impossible choice: let her child die… or marry a cold-hearted billionaire with a past darker than her own. Alexander Richie doesn’t believe in love but he believes in ownership. His proposal isn’t a lifeline. It’s a leash. Thrust into a mansion of lies, judgment, and cruel stepchildren, Emily trades one nightmare for another. Her new life is gilded in luxury but soaked in venom, and the people inside want to break her. But Emily didn’t survive the streets to become anyone’s victim not even his. Love wasn’t part of the deal. But what happens when the broken start to feel? And how many bodies must fall before the truth is revealed?
view moreAlexanderI stared at Emily and Violet huddled together in Elizabeth's secret room, my heart hammering against my ribs. The syringe in my mother's hand caught the dim light like a weapon of judgment. This moment had been coming for weeks, maybe months. I just hadn't wanted to see it."Take the syringe, Alexander." Mother's voice was calm, businesslike. "It's time you stopped being a child and became the man this family needs."Emily's eyes met mine through the shadows. She wasn't begging or crying like the others had. She was just looking at me with a kind of sad understanding, as if she'd always known it would end this way."Please," she whispered, but not to me. She was talking to Violet, trying to keep her daughter calm. "Close your eyes, baby. Just close your eyes.""Don't make this harder than it has to be," Mother said, holding out the syringe. "She knew what she was getting into when she married you. They always do, deep down."I took the syringe with trembling hands. The weigh
EmilyI pressed my back against the cold attic wall, listening to footsteps moving through the house below. Violet was sleeping in my arms, her fever finally broken thanks to the real medicine I'd stolen from Catherine's cabinet. Her small body felt so light, so fragile. I couldn't let them hurt her."Mommy?" Violet's voice was barely a whisper. "Are we playing hide and seek?""Something like that, baby." I smoothed her hair, trying to keep my voice calm. "We need to be very quiet, okay?"Through the small attic window, I could see the garden below. The main gate was visible from here, along with two security guards patrolling the grounds. Catherine wasn't taking any chances tonight.I'd tried the servants' entrance an hour ago, but it was locked from the outside. The kitchen door had an alarm system I didn't know how to disable. Even the basement exit led to a courtyard surrounded by high walls topped with security cameras.We were trapped."Mommy, I'm scared." Violet's tiny hand gri
MarcusI sat in my dimly lit office behind the strip club, staring at the phone that had been ringing for the past ten minutes. I knew who was calling. I knew what they wanted. And I knew that answering meant crossing a line I'd been dancing around for three years.The phone fell silent, then immediately started ringing again."Shit," I muttered, running my hands through my graying hair. I'd known this day would come eventually. The day when providing information wouldn't be enough anymore.My office door burst open without a knock. Jazz Martinez stormed in, her dark eyes flashing with anger. At twenty-eight, she was ten years younger than me, with the kind of fierce beauty that could stop traffic. She was also the only person who dared to enter my office uninvited."Marcus, what the hell is going on?" She slammed a newspaper down on my desk. The headline read: "Local Woman Questioned in Stepson's Death."Emily's photo stared up at us from the front page.I felt my stomach drop. "Jazz
Catherine Richie sat in her private study, the same room where she'd planned twelve deaths over the past five years. Her fingers traced the rim of her crystal wine glass as she stared at the photographs spread across her mahogany desk. Twelve faces, all looking so similar it was almost eerie. Twelve young mothers who had dared to touch what belonged to her.The latest photo showed Emily's frightened face from the security cameras. Catherine picked it up, her manicured nails digging into the paper until it crumpled at the edges."You stupid girl," she whispered to the photograph. "You actually thought you could replace Elizabeth."The memory of Elizabeth still burned in Catherine's chest like acid. Beautiful, gentle Elizabeth who had stolen Alexander's heart and turned her son into a lovesick fool. Catherine had watched in horror as her brilliant, ambitious Alexander became soft, distracted by a woman who was nothing more than a pretty face with a sob story.Catherine opened her desk d
EmilyViolet slept peacefully for the first time in days. Her fever had broken, and color was returning to her pale cheeks. I sat beside her bed, watching her chest rise and fall with steady breaths, trying not to think about the insulin syringe hidden in Catherine's room.They were going to kill m
SarahThe text message sat on my phone screen, unread for three days. Just like the seven messages before it."Em, are you okay? Haven't heard from you since the wedding. Violet feeling better?"Nothing. Complete silence from the woman who used to text me twelve times a day about everything from Vi
AlexanderThe whiskey burned going down, but it did nothing to quiet the voices in my head. I sat in my study at 3 AM, staring at the file spread across my desk. Emily's file. Every detail of her life mapped out like a battle plan.But battles weren't supposed to feel like this.I picked up the pho
EmilyViolet's breathing sounded like paper tearing. Each breath came shorter than the last, her small chest fighting for air that wouldn't come. The fever had spiked to 105 degrees an hour ago, and her lips were turning blue around the edges.I pressed my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat fluttered






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