the amnesiac tech billionaire, Hudson Scott. He fell in love with me, and when his memory r
came back. In his place was a possessive monster who saw me as a poss
d I'd glared at her, he dragged me to a derelict warehouse. My si
a lie. The man who once worked odd jobs to buy her medicine was
lames erupted, his men dragged my mother to safety. "See what happens
hat hellhole, I made a call to
your help. I ne
d would be the one
pte
d I, Aleen Anthony, was
social ladder, a Cinderell
an who held the city's economy in the palm of his h
beautif
She nurses him back to health in her small, working-class town. They fall in love, a
en. He had nothing but the
but my ailing
ch other's
for billion-dollar deals, getting calloused from manual labor. He'
e day of the crash,
ed dead, reappeared. They were even more stunned when he, against his family' s furi
ld my hand and told the world, "Aleen is my wife. My
a fai
moment his eyes, once so gentle, loo
ho would peel oranges for me, died t
pathologically possessive stranger who s
e becam
ve, self-proclaimed performance artist w
n the punis
," he' d say, his voice a low growl. And for
ger had tearfully told him that I' d "glared" at h
ice trembling as he dragged me from
e through the doors of a derelict warehouse on the outskirts o
knew this place. He'd
the main room, and
he room. Her face was pale with terror, her weak lungs
ar more terrifying than his anger. He walked over to my mother, a l
towards him, falling to my knees.
nreadable. "I'll ask you one more time
face. I grabbed his pant leg, my whole body shaking.
he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Or I'll
oney to buy her medicine was now threatening to
dea of me, the simple girl who saved him, his poss
first time he' d locked me in the closet. He had
You don't get to leave. Ever. Ginger is just for
hoice. I w
is thumb hovering ove
ou
dizzy. My mother was weeping sil
hr
rom my throat. "I admit it! I told her to s
as dark, his eyes boring into me. He s
bbing my hair and forcing
d froze
ame erupted, and he tossed it towa
N
ening. Flames shot up towards the ceiling, engu
my soul. I crawled towards the inferno, my hands
e. My vision blurred through a thick curtai
ushed in with fire extinguishers, followed by Ginger Nas
ut the fir
I sa
ughing and gasping, but alive. One of the guards had untied h
ick, twisted performan
f horror. I started to laugh. A broken, hyste
down. He wiped a tear from my chee
t of tenderness. "This is what happens when you're not a go
r mother and go home. I expect you to ha
ger, who shot me a triumpha
inally move. I crawled to my mother, helping he
ole. Once outside in the cold night air, I pulled
. A number I hadn'
cracking. "It's Aleen. I need y
skyline, at the gleaming
would burn it a