My son’s fiancée cut my hair in the garden and mocked me—unaware my billionaire son had just returned home early and seen everything.

a sharp red scrape near her ear where the blades had grazed her skin.

And on the patio table, beside Serena’s discarded sunglasses, lay a glowing phone—recording. Worse still, the red “LIVE” indicator blinked rapidly… broadcasting to someone unknown.

Chapter 1: The Garden of Blades

The afternoon sun pressed down on the Kingsley estate gardens, casting continue reading …