Her Empire, His Terms.
He was drop dead gorgeous, dark hair chiseled jaw, blue eyes, and a smooth, attentive charm that made me feel like the center of the universe when I was drowning in grief.
He crawled his way into my life, wrapping himself around my vulnerabilities. He seduced me, made me feel safe, and within months, I was pregnant. We married in a whirlwind, and I thought I had found my savior.
Then came the business trip to South Africa.
The sudden arrest at the airport.
The planted contraband in my luggage.
The corrupt officials who refused to listen.
For three agonizing years, my only survival mechanism was the thought of getting back to my husband and our baby boy, Leo.