The Bride Who Came Back

For ten years, I, Savannah Miller, foolishly adored Ethan Prescott, the golden boy of Prescott Global. Our families, titans of industry, were finally uniting through our marriage, a strategic play to bail out his crumbling empire – a dream come true, or so I thought.

On our remote wedding night, Ethan suggested a "game."

Blindfolded, I was subjected to an unspeakable horror, violated not just by him, but by his entire depraved crew, their laughter echoing as I became their brutalized toy.

A month later, a tiny flicker of hope-I was pregnant.

But that hope shattered when I found Ethan and his friends, openly betting on who was the father, each man recounting his "turn" with sickening glee.

His sneer sealed my fate: I was threatened with the assault video and imprisoned in a steel panic room for eight torturous months, left to die alone during premature, unassisted childbirth, his triumphant boasts my last chilling memory.

Utterly broken, betrayed beyond comprehension, I died knowing my entire existence had been a pawn in his savage game, fueled by a love that blinded me to the monster within.