Secrets Of The Broken Genius Bride

From the back cover

I sold myself to a paralyzed billionaire to pay for my mother's life support.

But my step-sister staged a photo of me with another man, making my new husband think I was a cheating gold-digger.

In a jealous rage, Curtis locked me in a dark panic room.

While trapped, my step-mother sent a picture of her hand on my mom's ventilator plug, forcing me to sneak out to a black-market clinic.

There, they forcibly drained 800cc of my blood to sell.

Half-dead and in severe shock, I dragged myself back home, only for Curtis to confront me with another staged photo of my ex grabbing me outside the clinic.

Believing I had snuck out to see a lover, he ordered his guards to throw my blood-drained body into the freezing wine cellar.

"Please, don't put me down there! I'll die!"

I begged and clung to his wheelchair, but he just kicked my hand away in absolute disgust.

In the pitch-black, 55-degree room, my organs slowly shut down.

I didn't understand why I had to endure this hell, or why he was so blinded by his own fragile ego that he never even noticed how chalk-white my face was.

Hours later, his precious sister needed an emergency transfusion, and they dragged my icy body out to drain me again.

But when the doctor rolled up my sleeve and exposed the horrific, bruised puncture wound, Curtis finally realized the truth.

As he stared at my arm in absolute, paralyzed terror, the EKG machine attached to my chest flatlined.