Locked in the Glass Sunroom

At eight months pregnant, I was locked inside the sweltering glass sunroom of my own estate.

My husband's "sweet" adopted sister, Sophie, stood in the cool air on the other side, sipping ice water as she watched the midday sun bake me alive.

When I shattered the glass to escape, my husband—a ruthless syndicate boss—finally returned.

Sophie immediately dropped to the floor, faking tears and claiming I had gone mad and attacked her.

Without a word of concern for my bleeding feet or my frantic pleas for a doctor, Dominic dragged me down to a windowless basement cell.