The Lover Who Became My Killer

The first time I kidnapped my lover's mistress, he had me killed for it. I gave him eight years, built his empire brick by bloody brick, and was secretly carrying his child.

But for a fragile art student, he had me drugged on a gurney.

I was awake as a back-alley doctor cut our baby from my womb. I heard our child's single cry, then silence.

"Anything that threatens her, I will destroy," he whispered, his voice void of all emotion. "Even you. Even our child."

He then left me for his men to violate and discard. My last thought was that I was just a queen he was willing to sacrifice for a…