The Billionaire Surgeon's Deadly Secret

From the back cover

My wedding was just around the corner.

Instead, I was in a hospital watching my mother, Eleanor, fight for her life.

She'd suffered a massive heart attack, triggered when she found my fiancé and best friend, Sarah, together in my bed.

Doctors said she needed a new heart; I, a perfect match, gave mine without a second thought.

But my mother died, despite my sacrifice.

I woke up with a state-of-the-art artificial heart, enduring a dull, persistent ache that became my constant shadow for seven agonizing years.

Julian, the renowned cardiothoracic surgeon who performed the transplant, became my 'savior' and then my husband, showering me with concern.

Then, a whispered conversation cut through the silence of his study, turning my world upside down.

I overheard Julian confessing everything: he orchestrated my mother's illness and death to steal my healthy heart, not for her, but for his beloved stepsister, Chloe.

He even admitted he saw me as a mere 'vessel,' a backup plan for Chloe's well-being.

The woman now living with my original heart, Chloe, later gleefully admitted she was the one who engineered my mother's heart attack.

The realization was a punch to the gut, a burning injustice that consumed me.

My seven years of suffering, my mother's death, my shattered life – all for a manipulative scheme.

My body was failing, but my spirit, fueled by rage and a cold, clear determination, ignited.

I would not just survive; I would expose them, reclaim my life, and ensure they paid for every single beat of pain they had inflicted.