DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE, I HAVE MOVED ON
My family sold me for $10 million.
For three years, I was Dominic Winter's dirty secret—locked in his basement, bleeding twice a week to keep the ruthless billionaire alive.
While I slowly died in the basement, he planned his wedding with my sister.
The night he touched me, and whispered that I was his salvation, making me believe I mattered—I was pathetic enough to believe his words.
However, I heard him tell his mother the truth one night: "She's just a medical necessity. Handle her with care." That was all I was to him—a medical necessity.
I was eight weeks pregnant with his child.
I ran.
Six years later, I'm Dr. Bree Roberts—the world-renowned scientist he's been desperately searching for. I have our son. I have my freedom. I have the only cure that can save his dying life.
Now Dominic Winter is on his knees, begging.
But the girl he destroyed? She's dead.
And the woman who rose from those ashes?
She's going to make him pay for every drop of blood he took.