Locked in the Glass Sunroom

Chapter 2

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r little performance of the trembling victim already discarded like a soiled glove. Her eyes were bright, sharp, h

rd the study. My study. The one I had taken

osed the heavy door behind her. "The child

r on the sideboard. The amber liquid caught the li

arms snaking around my waist. "She's strong. Too strong. What if the baby lives? What

ian had been asking questions. She had found the letters-the old correspondence with the Lin associates. She hadn't understood what she was reading, not yet, but s

ner she thought she had hidden so well-I found it days ago. Drained the battery to nothing. She'll try to call for help. She'll fail. And when the heat

he doctor? The one who will

nto this house. "Half now, half when the job is done. He'll write whatever we tell him to write. Ov

vian had ever been. Vivian had been a key-a way into the Lin family's vau

rn it up. I don't want

she whispered, "I'll give you everything she couldn't. A proper heir. A

, and about how many loose ends still remained. Sophie was right about one thing. Vivian had to go. But as I looked at the woman press

llable. Vivian, with her questions and her inco

another notch to the right. The vents roared louder. I did not know that three floors below,

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Locked in the Glass Sunroom

Bu Chuang Mafia

“At eight months pregnant, I was locked inside the sweltering glass sunroom of my own estate. My husband's "sweet" adopted sister, Sophie, stood in the cool air on the other side, sipping ice water as she watched the midday sun bake me alive. When I shattered the glass to escape, my husband-a ruthless syndicate boss-finally returned. Sophie immediately dropped to the floor, faking tears and claiming I had gone mad and attacked her. Without a word of concern for my bleeding feet or my frantic pleas for a doctor, Dominic dragged me down to a windowless basement cell. "She needs to sweat this fever out of her." He turned the heat up to a scorching roar and locked the heavy iron door. In that dark, roasting oven, I cramped and bled out on the concrete floor. I lost my baby, and my body was so traumatized I could never carry a child again. Lying in a pool of my own blood, the truth finally pierced through my blind gratitude. Dominic had staged the accident that brought us together just to infiltrate my family. He never loved me; he only wanted to steal my empire and replace me with his mistress once he thought my protective older brother was dead. With the last of my strength, I dipped my fingers into my blood and wrote "Vengeance" on the steel wall. Just then, an explosion shook the foundation, and the door was blown off its hinges. My brother, very much alive, stepped through the smoke.”