From His Shadow To Her Throne

his problems vanish. I built his empire in Port Sterling, brick by bloody brick, on the p

hloe Miller, a socialite. He called me a mere "tool," "not wife material," unfit for his meticulous

read from his journal, twisting every one of my life-threatening missions into romantic backdrops for her. Hi

y reality, turning my devotion into a weapon against me? The shock

when it decided to carve its own destiny. I picked up my burner phone and called