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