His Heir, Her Escape

ious cage with a view of the perfectly manicured gardens. A guard was posted outside

atch me eat, making small talk about his day, about the company, about the nursery they were bui

a form of psych

r the world to see. I knew because the maids, taking pity

and Socialite Katharina Chr

r a new penthouse. He flew her to Paris for a weekend. The media spun it as a tragic story: the lo

ine, was a carefully aimed

changed shifts. I took a heavy crystal vase from the mantelpiece an

, anything I could get my hands on. I was a whirlwind of rage a

the middle of the wreck

look angry. He just surveyed

ut a small, gi

he said, hi

him, my ch

elvet, was a diamond collar. A dog collar. It was exquis

id, a cruel smile playing on his l

Amelia? You came from nothing. A food truck in a dirty alley. I gave yo

om the mud. He believed he owned me because he had saved me. All those years of love and support I had

dn't break any further, shatte

d his cold expression melted away, replaced by a soft,

ender. "Yes, I' m almost done he

ns of the room he shared with his wife, a diamond dog collar i

aker. "I' m here with

om. "Amelia, darling! Are you behaving yourself?

t stared at the phone i

d news. Brayden just did the most romantic thing. We were talking about yo

caught in

reverence. "We just felt so close to her. And one thing led to another... It'

was clear. Vil

her' s grave. The one s

at him, not with fists this time, but with nails and teeth. I was

hrieked, my voice raw.

ing me in a vice-like grip

the phone, a note of amusement in his vo

or what he truly was. Not a man, but a void. A black hole o

ght draining out of me. "I was a fool

dark. The last thing I heard was Brayden' s voi

you back, darling. It