A Vicious Love, A Deadly End

From the back cover

My husband of ten years, Alexander Vaughan, was a man carved from ice. Our marriage was a business deal to save my family, and my primary duty was to quietly pay off his endless stream of mistresses.

But then, a single phone call shattered my bleak existence. The hospital had found a perfect stem cell donor for my dying sister, Cathi. We could save her.

I begged Alexander to authorize the life-saving transplant. He refused, completely captivated by his new favorite, an influencer named Karlee.

He ignored my frantic calls. When I finally confronted him, Karlee whispered a poisonous lie that my sister had been rude to her.

Based on her word, Alexander delivered the fatal blow. "I'm withdrawing Cathi's medical team," he said, his voice like ice. "The transplant is off."

My phone rang again. It was the hospital. My sister was dead. She had left a note, saying she didn't want to be a burden anymore.

He had killed her. As surely as if he had held the blade himself.

My grief turned to rage. After I confronted him, he tried to drown me, then had his prized drone inject me with a neurotoxin. He left me paralyzed on his workshop floor for his guards to have their "fun."

As I lay helpless, waiting for the end, the door creaked open. A man I hadn't seen in fifteen years knelt beside me, his face a mask of horror.

"Addie? My God, what did he do to you?"