A little girl cried outside a crowded restaurant, pointing at a trash can: “My mom is sleeping in there.” The wealthy diners laughed and threw food at her. But when a billionaire pulled up, stepped out, and slowly lifted the lid…

box, but as the sirens wailed and the darkness reclaimed me, I had no idea that my true imprisonment was only just beginning.

Chapter 2: The Architect of My Ruin

I regained consciousness to the harsh, sterile reek of industrial bleach and bitter cafeteria coffee. I was anchored to a bed in the central hospital, my body wrapped in an agonizing symphony continue reading …