Healed By Another: Rejecting The Ruthless Don

I spent a year in a Swiss asylum, swallowing pills to cure a madness that didn’t exist.

It turned out the medication was just sugar.

My insanity was a script written by Jaxon Francis, the Don of New York, just so he could marry a Cartel princess without his ward getting in the way.

When I finally escaped and tried to leave him, his new wife staged her own kidnapping and framed me.

Jaxon didn’t ask for proof. He didn’t look at the evidence.

Instead, he tied a rope around my ankles and dragged me behind a helicopter across the jagged rocks of the Wastelands.