and clutching mine, whispering sweet nothings for the reporters. He declared his eternal love, s
manently damaged?" Bella whispered. "Completely," Ethan confirmed, his voice chillingly cold
ld sha
erseen by Dr. Ben, who had helped Ethan ensure I would never play again. I lay in a hospital b
me forever, the one I loved, or
appear unstable, and the tragic miscarriage I suffered wasn\'t natural-he had murdered o
fueled by a cold, searing rag
ke them pay. My escape wasn't just about leaving; it was a