ssing. I, Amelia Hayes, an aspiring screenwriter, had one desperate shot: get my script noticed. Then, a p
ex-fiancée, Victoria Sinclair, reappeared, instantly making it clear I was nothing
gala. She moved into his home, humiliating me, then framed me for an attack, leading Marcus to lock me in his wine
o disposable? Every "affectionate" moment had been a calculated lie, designed to make
t message, severed all ties, and left for Paris, determined to reclaim my dignit