Introduction
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.
How could such a profound love turn into such a grotesque nightmare?
Then, light.
I woke up, gasping, back in my family's sunlit drawing-room.
It was the very day of the merger.
The day they came to finalize my marriage to Ethan.
This time, I' m armed with the horrifying truth.
This time, there will be no wedding.
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