My Husband Turned A Phycho

Hadrian Voss owns half the skyline. Forty billion dollars. A company that swallows rivals whole. And a wife, Elena, the gallery girl from nowhere, who believed she was the luckiest woman in New York. Then she comes home to a penthouse ablaze with candles, drowned in red roses, and a note against the wine: "You're mine. Always. -H." The man waiting isn't the husband she married. He knows every coffee, every coat, every secret she buried before she met him. And before she can run, he chains her to the furniture and whispers, "I'd rather you hate me alive than love me in the ground." But the ink on that note is smeared by a left hand. Hadrian is right-handed. He thought she wrote it. Someone is inside their home. Someone has been inside his head for eleven days, while his board votes to destroy him and his enemies circle. And when a private elevator no one else can access opens on an empty car and a second note, "Ask him where he was the night Daniel died," Elena realizes the man she fears and the man she loves may both be lying. He kept her to save her. But who is he saving her from?w