He Married Me for Revenge, Not Love1.

On the day she married the impoverished student his father had sponsored for eight years, Linnea Carrington received a wedding she would never forget—though she would spend the rest of her life wishing she could.

The wedding march she had carefully chosen was replaced by the desperate screams of her father, broadcast live as he dangled from a helicopter.

When they exchanged rings, the box did not hold gold bands but two severed fragments of her mother’s pinky fingers.

On the massive screen, the sweet montage she had spent three sleepless nights editing vanished, replaced by a high-definition, uncensored private video of her and Soren Duvall.

She watched her father fight free of his bindings only to plunge hundreds of meters, his body shattering on impact.

Her mother, shrieking and unconscious, tumbled down the church steps—blood pooling at Linnea’s feet, soaking into her wedding gown.

Linnea screamed until her voice frayed, until all she could force out was one broken word.

“Soren… why…”

Why had the man she’d loved for three years become the executioner who destroyed her family? Why ruin her life on the day she was closest to happiness?