His Cruelty, My Despair

nes, and the single, grimy window offered little light. My only company was the scurrying of rats in t

ow a constant, heavy pressure, and a deep, racking cough had set

ife, about Ethan. I remembered how we met, two ambitious interns at the same real esta

so been together. I had been born with a weak constitution, a fatal flaw in my life force. He was a powerful spiritual practitioner and had found a way to save me. He performed a ritual, a dangerous and

manifestation of this spiritual link breaking. His betrayal, his emotional and physical intimacy with another woman, was

And he had thrown it all away for a cheap thrill. The injustice of it all fuel

olt on the outside of the door. Using the metal buckle from my belt, I spent hours scraping and wiggling at

building was silent. I slipped out a back door and into

I had no proof. It would be my word against that of a powerful billionaire and h

nt to the only place I could think of, the office of Marcus Green

-eyed, when I showed up at his office early the

? Ethan said you'd gone to a

voice hoarse. "He locked me in

s, the imprisonment. As I spoke, his expression shi

a very serious accusation. Ethan is my partner. I've k

man you think he is. Olivia has him

," Marcus said, his

urse. That was the final piece of her plan. A baby wou

ough I knew it was probably t

said, his voice full of pity. "Ethan wa

"I'm going to call Ethan

d me. I turned and ran from the office, i

I had tried to find an ally, and instead, I had walked right into the

me down and silencing me for good. His public slander had begun. He was painting me as unstable, and