My father handed me over in an arranged wedding to pay a blood debt, and my husband whispered, “Welcome to hell”; I just kept silent, hid my scars beneath my dress, and waited until the ring activated a 50-million-dollar trust fund that nobody knew existed.
PART 1 “Your father just sold you out to save his own skin,” Damian Ross whispered to the bride, without kissing her on the lips. “Welcome to hell, Mrs. Ross.” Camila Sinclair didn’t answer. She didn’t even look up. She only closed her eyes, as if that phrase hadn’t surprised her, as if she had…
