ah Jenkins, one of 99 hopefuls, a nobody from a modest background. But I'd lived this night before. In that life, I was ch
lies began to twist my reality. When Lily feigned an allergic reaction to roses, and Ethan, fueled by his stepsister's vicious charade, threatened
y grandfather's machine. He called to disable the backup power, leaving my frail, elderly grandfather to suffocate in the silence, a deliberate act of cruelty to
ice burned through me, a searing wound that far outstripped the physical pain he inflicted; how could anyone be so effortlessly cruel, so easily fooled
n that moment, a desperate, dangerous idea took root: I would marry Marcus, step into his world of power and influence, and from that unassailable position, I would rise from the as