The Billion-Dollar Cage My Husband Built for Me

A fever hit 103°F in the middle of the night.

I called Curtis Delgado three times.

He never answered.

Half-delirious and barely able to stand, I used the black card he'd given me to have medicine delivered from a private pharmacy.

By the next morning, my name was everywhere.

"Emma Henson, the Delgado Family's Gold Digger."

Someone had leaked the transaction record.

The luxury brand contract I'd spent months fighting for was terminated before noon. The few business partners still willing to work with me began pulling out one after another.