The Monster He Made, The Woman She Became

. The love she' d felt for Michael, the hope she' d clung to, evaporated. It didn't just die, it turned to ash and blew

re, silent and still, taking each blow without a sound. Her

d, his breath coming in ragged gasp

oss the room. Her own face was a mess of tears and blood,

oss the cheek. The blow snapped her head to the side, and a fresh wave of pain explod

ction seemed to rob him of his power. He was an actor without an audience. Wit

lled Tiffany. "It's done, my love," he said, his voice instantly changing b

torture. He was a child, a psychopath who needed co

lid to the floor, her last conscious thought was of Ethan. She saw his face, not screaming in terror, bu

hospital bed. Her back was bandaged, and her face throbbed with a dull ache. For a moment, s

. "Can you believe it? Michael Thompson is in the room next

t she had a terrible fall down the stairs. He's a saint for t

st. A fall. Of course. Michael had an explanation for e

t help. Her mind raced, seizing o

orced a weak smile. "My phone... I think my fiancé has it. Could I possibl

evoted fiancé, happily handed over her p

een, dialing a number she had memorized years ago, a number her

. A calm, deep voic

cracking. "This is Olivia Reynolds. Arth

"Olivia. I was sorry to hear about y

hompson... he's not who he seems. He killed my brother. He's holding my par

Davies's voice was

om 302," she whispered frantical

meone. Do not let anyone m

oom burst open. Michael stood there, his face a thu

atching the phone from her hand. He looked at the screen, but Olivia