Introduction

I prided myself on being the "Tech Queen," the CEO who built Innovatech from the ground up.

My success came at a price: missed dinners, demanding schedules, and less time with my precious daughter, Emily.

But I always made sure she had the best, like the custom robot cake and Parisian designer jacket for her recent birthday.

Then, a photo on Instagram shattered my perfect world.

It was Emily's unique cake, her coveted jacket-but on another boy.

When I questioned my husband, Kevin, he casually dismissed it, claiming Emily had a tantrum and ruined her own cake.

A lie, I instinctively knew.

The unease deepened.

Emily, once vibrant, became withdrawn, her laughter replaced by silence.

During bath time, I saw them: faint, purplish bruises, tellingly finger-shaped, on her tiny arms.

Then she whispered the words that turned my blood to ice: "Maria gives me special sleepy juice at night, Mommy. It makes me sleep very, very deep."

Maria, the nanny Kevin insisted was "family."

My stomach twisted with a sickening mix of dread and fury.

How could I have been so blind?

Was my entire life, my family, a lie?

That night, with my heart hammering, I accessed the hidden security cameras I'd secretly installed across our house.

The "Tech Queen" was about to uncover her darkest secret.

And when I did, no one involved would escape her wrath.