His Cruel Game, Her Broken Heart

e empire. For three years, the world watched our fairy-tale

nship was a lie-a cruel, three-year-long "social experiment" he orchestra

ree months pregnant. Heartbroken, I walked into a clinic

idnapping, and Holden chose to "save" Estella without hesitation, leav

e publicly gave all the credit to Estella, branding me a fraud. T

cheerful icing, it read: "Sorry for your loss! Anothe

turned to stone. I walked away from the g

t, "I lost the bet.

pte

en Dalton, the heir to the Dalton re

celebrating, but instead, they were in sho

ggling art student from a r

mfort her when she was homesick. He bought her a multi-million dollar private island for her birthday. He

rn-day fairy tale. The poor gir

re watching the perf

wedding of the decade, Kenia Hayes prep

pouring every ounce of her love and talent into the silk and lace. She caref

matriarch, Annabella Blake. It was an agreement to termin

e, and lay down on a cold table. An hour later, she walked out, leaving behi

e. Her life for the pas

ing "social experiment" Holden had started

f, and the doctor' s voice wa

ed to rest and take care of yourself.

r abdomen, a hollow emptiness that

he bedside table. It wa

ck, and I have to spend some time with her. I

o idea she had seen him with Estella last night, kissing her in the garden of their penthous

he accident had revea

idea she had

k a simple, c

worry about m

ash in her mouth. She felt a tear escap

wouldn't cry for him anymore. N

g moment, she had felt a surge of hope. A baby. Maybe a baby would make Holden

ng, her heart full of a fragile hope. And she heard t

her face when you chose me," Est

k. Number 98," Holden had replied, his voice the same

s what it was. Another on

the only way to end the game was to leave the board entirely. The baby couldn't b

ppointments. The

it wa

inder of her loss. She walked out of the clinic and

n called their home, a maid deliberately splashed a

there." The maid' s apology was laced with mocke

icy water seeping into her shoes. She felt a sharp cramp i

fresh wave of grief washed ov

rward with a fake smile. "Miss Hayes, you

Kenia asked,

n for three years. Don't you know where he is? He' s with

ards her room. They were all betting on how long sh

s a gold-digger who

were

disappear from th

suitcase. There wasn't much to take.

her drawer, her pass

anic rising. She couldn't leav

ssed and turned in the massive bed, her body

s woken by voices outside her d

this? She just had that little accident," Es

' ll be the best one yet," Holden replied. His vo

hey were planning somethin

to get o