Married to a Monster: My Silent Scream

possessively around her waist. He glanced back at me, a silent

unkind word. Now, he was the one orchestrating my public execution. That man was

g she pointed at, a lavish dis

for bidding. Someone in the back row outbid

ted that one, darling. It woul

cus Thorne, a notorious tabloid photographer with a reputation

e ref

ned. He was not us

pleasant smile. "I might be

arby hallway, trying to be invisible,

ng over me in a way that made my skin crawl. "Your

old James, the protector, surfaced in his eyes. But it

rcus Thorne was famous for. They were brutal, degrading

rom behind. A cloth was pressed over my mouth and nose,

ed. The world s

was James's voice, a

Hannah. Then we can go