Introduction

For ten years, I, Savannah Miller, foolishly adored Ethan Prescott, the golden boy of Prescott Global. Our families, titans of industry, were finally uniting through our marriage, a strategic play to bail out his crumbling empire – a dream come true, or so I thought.

On our remote wedding night, Ethan suggested a "game."

Blindfolded, I was subjected to an unspeakable horror, violated not just by him, but by his entire depraved crew, their laughter echoing as I became their brutalized toy.

A month later, a tiny flicker of hope-I was pregnant.

But that hope shattered when I found Ethan and his friends, openly betting on who was the father, each man recounting his "turn" with sickening glee.

His sneer sealed my fate: I was threatened with the assault video and imprisoned in a steel panic room for eight torturous months, left to die alone during premature, unassisted childbirth, his triumphant boasts my last chilling memory.

Utterly broken, betrayed beyond comprehension, I died knowing my entire existence had been a pawn in his savage game, fueled by a love that blinded me to the monster within.

How could such a profound love turn into such a grotesque nightmare?

Then, light.

I woke up, gasping, back in my family's sunlit drawing-room.

It was the very day of the merger.

The day they came to finalize my marriage to Ethan.

This time, I' m armed with the horrifying truth.

This time, there will be no wedding.