The Billionaire's Betrayal: A Comeback Story

ielle, stood over me, their faces twisted in triumph. My mother, Maria, watched with a satisfied smile. "It' s over, Jocelyn,"

knew this place: a Planned Parenthood clinic. And there stood Gabrielle, looking younger, her stomach flat. But her ey

to brand me a monster. They used my help, my pragmatism, twisted it into cruelty, then murdered me. But now

pathetic performance again. A slow, silent smile spread across my face. This time,