His White Moonlight, Her Broken Heart

red, her voice dripping fake sympa

f the stairs in a soft white dress,

r life was a beautifully constructed lie. I was his accessory, the woman he paraded while his true affections revolved around Olivia, his childh

, unveiled his plan: a marriage contract to the ailing Nathan fo

g in my voice, looking at my stepmothe

er, was the architect of my humiliation, systematically underminin

me from my father' s goons, he threw me in a holding cell at the auction house where Olivia, with his blessing, stole my mother' s last

nfirmed it: Liam had engineered our entire relationship.

o the sterile silence of our penthouse. A cleansing

I told him, as the e

pted Nathan Lawford'