His Wife, The Starved Dog

sister, Sarah. He swiped to check the voicemail, but it wasn't a messag

ecognize, Jessica Riley, sat in Sarah's chair, laughing with his broth

her neck, and an empty dog bowl beside her. Jessica cooed, "Time for dinner, sweetie," kicking the bowl, while Mark droppe

, and with a dangerously calm voice, he called hi

al and terrified, whimpering at his approach. This was his sister, treated like an animal in her own home. Mark, Brenda, and Jessica appeared, f

epentant, tried to silence Sarah's weak confession of forced signatures. When Mark raised a hand to strike her, Ethan intervened, his grip like steel, "

men. He ordered Mark, Brenda, and Jessica secured, stating, "You are a parasite, Mark. And you own

as a child, trembling, whispering, "He'll hurt you. He'll hurt us both." Ethan vowed, "He has no idea what I'm capable of." He saw

r, "It's time for everyone to see the real CEO of Hayes Innovations." With a flicker of her old self, an almost imperceptible nod, she agreed. He lef