Beyond the Dead Bedroom

an between us. I tried, again. "Tori, honey?" Her eyes, usually cool blue, turned to ice. "What do you

ed phone, I saw the truth: a group chat where she gloated about using me for a major real estate de

" Tori sneered, her voice dripping with disgust at the thought of truly mixing her DNA with mine. They forced me into a chair, injected me with a s

fe, do this? Why was I the pawn in their sick game? Th

up the phone. I wasn't just Ethan Carter, the "charity case." I was Ethan Carter Hayes, and they were about to learn what it meant t