His Love, Her Prison, Their Son

cruel joke compared to the inferno raging inside me. This was Courtland's final solution. He wouldn't just punish my present; he woul

my grandmother's dying wish was a mantra i

e my breath. I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming, tasting the coppery tang

ll. A violent cough wracked my body, and I sp

cker of something-unease, perhaps-crossed his perfect features. I

napped at a nearby m

ord out through the pain. "No

. He turned on his heel and walked out of the room, lea

was used, and the world faded in and out in waves of agony and unconsciousness. I woke u

felt hollowed out, a fragile shel

cognize stood there, her face a sneer of contempt. She threw a bun

black lace that looked like it belonged in a strip clu

aid, her voice laced with mockery

arse. I pushed the dress away

choice." She ripped the blanket off me and, with the help of another servant, forced my protesting l

e of a hallway mirror, I caught a glimpse of myself. I was a scarecrow dressed in a prost

h crystal glasses and gleaming silverware. Courtland sat at the head of the t

e like this. He was going to sell my last sh

opposite Courtland. His eyes roamed over my b

ed me, Courtland," the man boomed, licki

s cold. "Mr. Harrison, Anastasia is her

me to this pig

I stumbled backward, trying to f

ars streaming down my face. "

lumbered toward me. "Don't worry, darling. Your husband jus

y arm. The world spun, and my last conscious