One Hundred Pranks, One True End

e accident, but he remembered me, or so he said. I, a struggling artist, bought into his relentless pas

Ninety-nine times. You promised." My blood ran cold as Liam's sharp, cynical laugh filled the room. This wasn't the gentle

orting me with fake sympathy, while secretly logging his "pranks." Chloe purred, "One hundred pranks, one hundred proo

r life, our future baby-all a sick joke. My fairy tale was a cage, my

dangerous hope flickered. Had he felt something real? But that hope died when I called a women's clinic. Thi

down," Chloe hissed. "He was just waiting for the right moment for the problem to go away. I just provided the opportunity." I bled, the pain excruciating, as Liam, seeing me, yelled for a helicop

night, whispering endearments, be the same man

But Elise Vance was born,