The Woman Who Died To Live

cold, became my gilded cage, a living symbol of his twisted vengeance. He ruled my life with cruel, possessive disdain, delighting in my humiliation. Then, I discove

own sister, brutally attacked me, en

is suffocating grip. But as I healed, a cold, unyielding resolve hardened within me. If I couldn't live free, I would die trying. I meticulously plotted my own disappearance, determined to shed the skin of Elara Hayes and escap