His Calculated Cruelty

My wedding to Ethan Vanderbilt was just days away, a picture-perfect Charleston fairy tale. I was Savannah Monroe, an heiress from old Southern money, living a charmed life.

Everything was flawless, or so I thought. I was deeply in love, convinced he was my rock, my future.

Then came the impact. A blinding flash, a brutal crash. I woke up in a pristine hospital room, pain searing through me. Ethan, my seemingly devoted fiancé, whispered assurances it was a tragic hit-and-run.