The Price of His Betrayal

verything, willingly sacrificing my entire id

nced his child would finally

attacked me, kicking my stomach an

aire, frantically asking if her hand was hurt, com

hope, Julian appeared desperate – not for me, but to d

"his Elle," using the same pet

I was never "his Elle"; I was merely a substitute, a stand

e very woman who had killed my child, I found

everything behind, vowing to forge a

the broken girl he thought he knew, but Elara, a celebrated

oman he betrayed is no longer picking up disc