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In the glittering world of Harbor City, loyalty is a fragile thing, easily shattered by betrayal and desire. For one woman, the pain of being sold by her own husband is only the beginning of a turbulent journey. As whispers of infidelity swirl around Russ Harris, she grapples with heartbreak and a killer lurking in the shadows, targeting the very wives whose lives mirror her own. Can she find a way to reclaim her life—and her baby—before it's too late?
When an unexpected call from a trusted captain reveals that she's become the next target, she must navigate a treacherous web of socialite intrigue, all while facing the ghosts of her past. Each encounter with Russ, now entwined with another, feels like a dagger to her heart, igniting old memories and fresh wounds. Is there still a chance for redemption, or is she destined to be just another victim in a game of high-stakes betrayal?
As tensions rise and secrets unravel, the line between love and vengeance blurs. Will she find the strength to break free from a life that has become a prison, or will the weight of her choices drag her down into darkness? In a world where nothing is as it seems, every decision could mean the difference between life and death.
Sold by My Husband,So I Took His Baby and VanishedChapter 1
After Russ Harris began his very public pursuit of his innocent little flower, all of Harbor City's elite placed bets on how many days it would take before I lost my mind.
Some even made a point of delivering photos of Russ and his new plaything right to my doorstep.
"Miss Henson, if you don't want pictures of Mr. Harris and his new flame plastered everywhere, you'll pay up."
"The price is reasonable—three million dollars."
In the photographs, the notoriously picky young master of the Harris family—the man who'd spent years refusing anything that wasn't prepared by a private chef—was strolling down the food-stall street with his little flower.
Bite by bite, he ate the stinky tofu she offered him.
I swallowed the ache clawing at my chest, tore the photos to shreds, and threw the blackmailer out.
That was when Captain Eleanor Price Price's call came through.
"Our informant has confirmed it—you've been marked as the killer's next target."
"Just as you predicted. He has a type: wealthy wives whose husbands are cheating on them. Do you need me to assign a protective detail?"