The Fiancée's Grand Design

years, the heir to a vast fortune. Our private jet was whisking us to a Caribbean

directly into a hijacker' s brutal grasp to protect his childhood friend, Chloe. The force of his b

get rid of me. He wanted no trace of our life. After being discarded like trash, I awoke in a hospital, only

lie. He then summoned burly nurses to hold me down for the procedure against my will, his eyes co

d sending me a vile picture of them together in my bed. The ultimate humiliation came when he slapped me and threw me out of

l etched deep into my soul, I was consumed by a bitter, cold fury. How c

he jet incident and a clear understanding of their despicable lies. I would survive this. I would make h