Revenge Of The Discarded Fiancée

m on a monitor, my face pale under the makeup someone had applied to hide my bruises. He was charming,

what can you tell us about your personal l

es. He motioned for me to join him. I walked onto the stage, my le

has been my quiet support for years. In a world of ambition and noi

rom the ground up. He had reduced me to a pretty, silent accessory, a public sacrifice of my own identit

I passed two of the company's board members whispering in the hallway

her. "Looks a bit like his first love, the one who go

. A substitute. Was that all I ever was? A replac

straight into Isabella. She stood there, block

er eyes full of venom. "You're a plac

fresh wave of pain through my aching body. On pure in

ing onto the floor in a heap of designer fabric. "She attacked me!"

r and me standing over her, my hands still out in front of me. He didn't ask

narled, his voice low and dangerous. He motioned to two of his security guards. "Take her to the

le room at the far end of the sprawling apartment. They pushed me inside

head was on fire with a fever, and every part of me ached. I cried out for L

m. It was Isabella. She glided into the ro

n he could never have. He keeps you around because your sad little face reminds him of what he r

tinging blow across the ch

ced from the fog in my mind. It was from a doctor's appointment years ago. Dr. Evely

der extreme or prolonged stress, it could affect your health, even

of terror that Liam had put me under that exact kind of stress for years.