His Perfect Revenge, Her Final Escape

ng me under. I pressed a hand to my stomach,

r the gala. I could hear his voice,

g Chloe' s future, a fut

rough tonight.

hose people, Chloe' s smug triumph, Etha

of the life I was ending, the l

erile, had fathered a child with the woman he des

hroom, retching. Noth

tared back, hol

to the desperate woman in the

downstairs. "Sarah! Are you

was a whip, c

ce, trying to erase the s

' t know.

s, each step was an effort

dent in a tuxedo. He looked every

sheep' s

ical. "You look terrible.

," I mumbled, av

ng into my flesh. "You will not ruin

"There will be con

g. The threat hung in the

punish me. He'

was a burning fire

d it together, just

a time bomb,