The Billionaire's Cruel Obsession

at the private clinic, a temporary solution until she could figure out a perm

e her and Devon' s names and apply for new passports. It would take a week. One week

place on earth she wanted to be, but she had to play

e of jewelry, every designer bag, every expensive gift Griffin had ever lavished on her.

enough for a new life, for Devon' s treatment, for their freedom. She felt a grim satisfaction. He had paid for

ed it. Inside, nestled on a bed of faded velvet, was a pair of hand-carved wooden horses. She had made them for

been genuinely touched. He' d kept it on his bedside table for a ye

n the back of a drawe

fireplace, tossed the box in, and watched th

ed photograph into the living room. It was their engagement photo, the one she' d ripped to

d. "We need it for the living room, Allie," he' d s

id, "Mr. Ryan wants to know

a hope that was now dead. At Griffin' s face, handsome and possessive, his ar

s phone the entire time, whispering and laughing with Kassie, who was supposedly "coordinating logistics" from the

aces in the frame and let o

t out,"

ed at her, confu

, her voice cold and clear

nce, leaving the perfect, smiling lie to b