Spectacular Comeback Of The Betrayed Heiress

From the back cover

I spent ten years blindly devoted to my husband, Kyler, building a perfect life together.

When I went into premature labor, he held my hand and promised everything would be fine.

But the moment I woke up in the VIP delivery room, the doctor coldly declared my newborn daughter dead.

Kyler rushed in, his face a mask of grief, insisting on taking her body away immediately to handle the arrangements.

If I hadn't heard my supposedly dead baby's telepathic voice echoing in my head, I would have handed her over.

She told me Kyler had poisoned my prenatal vitamins to induce early labor.

He bribed the medical team to fake her death so he could harvest her rare stem cells to save his sick mistress.

And worse, he had pulled the security detail from our eight-year-old son's school.

He was letting cartel kidnappers take my boy just to force me to sign over my family's billionaire trust fund.

The man I kissed every morning was a monster wearing my husband's skin.

How could he smile at me while planning to murder our children and drain my family's wealth?

The sheer terror and betrayal tore my heart into a thousand jagged pieces.

But I didn't scream or confront him.

Instead, I faked a hysterical breakdown, clutched my baby tight, and quietly contacted my family's private mercenary team.

"File the injunctions. I want him destroyed by morning."