From Servant To Survivor

heavy on my tongue, the crisp wh

er, yet I walked away, my steps measured, a desperate figh

ohnson' s office. Tech mogul. My sister Em

anymore." His mocking reply: "D

revenge, convinced my father murdered E

ng Emily was his songbird, caged by him. Now, I was

crubbing his pristine apartment while he spoke to a new woma

fiancée, a diamond sparkling on her finger. "I said yes," she

, claiming Mark was burdened by me. She also reveale

ng, until one night, in the back of his town car, Mark kissed me

e. I walked into his office, ready to break free, but his knowing

all led to Mark's hand flying across my face

-it all broke. I walked out, pulling the tracker-laden ph

as