The Wronged Moretti Girl

I am Ava Moretti. I was born into the most powerful family in the city, and I died in their cellar, chained, starved, and alone — sentenced there by the brother who believed a lie and the fiancé who built it. For ninety days I endured everything they threw at me. Not to survive. To gather evidence. I sewed the truth into my jacket lining and held on long enough to make sure it would be found. I just didn't live long enough to see what it cost them. But I watched every second of it.