During the devastating earthquake, I was trapped under heavy rubble with my burning-fever son. When my husband finally reached us, he ignored our cries and carried his secretary-who only had a sprained ankle-into the first ambulance. As I wept in despair, a military helicopter landed right above us, and my billionaire father stepped out…

a hysterical jealousy complex.”

My father’s head of security, a hulking man named Vance, took a threatening step forward, his hand drifting toward his belt. I raised a single, steady hand to stop him.

Vanessa smiled up at me—a smug, victorious curve of her painted lips. She genuinely believed she had won. She still saw me as the timid, conflict-averse continue reading …