His Abandoned Donna Found a New Fate

I, Celeste Albright, stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of my bedroom, staring down at the private garden that stretched around the Dark Night estate like a silent, sleeping beast.

The garden was beautiful, almost cruelly so.

Moonlight spilled over the trimmed hedges, the marble fountain, and the winding stone paths that had once seemed romantic to me. Beyond the garden, the mansion stood at the center of the Woodville family’s territory, surrounded by iron gates, hidden surveillance cameras, and armed men in black suits who would kill without hesitation if Leo Woodville gave the…