The Storm of Betrayal Cecilias Struggle for Justice

I woke up on my wedding day, the morning sun streaming into my opulent Charleston bedroom.

But the taste of asphalt and blood was still in my mouth, memories of screeching tires and a crushing impact vivid in my mind.

My stepfather' s perfect plan: a staged hit-and-run, his neat solution to inherit my mother' s fortune.

Because I had died.

Now I was back, alive, staring at the date-my wedding day, the day he had me killed.

A wave of phantom pain, of broken bones and crushed hope, washed over me.

Then I saw her: my stepsister, Brielle, in my custom wedding dress, admiring herself in the mirror.

The sight was a physical blow, a reminder of the humiliation and betrayal I endured in my first life as they drugged me and locked me away.

He walked in, Senator Richard Thorne, playing the concerned father, but his eyes were cold and full of the disappointment I' d known my whole life.

He gaslighted me, painting me as hysterical, just as he did before, controlling everything.