He Killed Our Baby for His Mistress, So I Bought His Empire

On my thirty-second birthday, the gift I'd waited so long for turned out to be my husband, Lewis Thomas, and my adopted sister, Violet Fox, dragging me into an underground lab with a hundred people watching.

Bodyguards stepped forward and pinned my arms. Violet held up the drug for everyone to see. Lewis stood off to the side, his face blank.

More than a hundred of them, all polished and glittering, watched the scene the way people watch an animal in a cage, contempt in their eyes, smiles on their lips.