to a man whose wealth was matched only by his handsome face, living in a gilded cage
as pleasure washed over me, he whispered, "Ashley, you know I love you. Marrying Chloe w
a shield. Ashley, the one who had encouraged me to pursue him, was the real object of his affection. Later, as I lay dizzy and confused in a hospital bed from
'd given, all I' d sacrificed, I was just a tool in their twisted game, a cov
of night, I walked out of that mansion, leaving behind the shattered pieces