Returning early after three months, the millionaire choked back tears, expecting his daughter to run into his arms. Instead, she whispered, “Daddy, you’re back early.” Stepping inside, he saw her shivering in rags, while his wife lived in luxury. He froze, knelt down, and asked softly, “Who did this to you?”

it?” she choked out.

“With my entire soul.”

“But even if Beatriz promises—”

“I do not give a damn what Beatriz promises.”

My tone snapped like a whip, sharper than I had intended. I stood up, my joints popping.

“Stay right here.”

“No!” Isabella lunged, her raw hands latching onto my wrist with shocking, desperate strength. Her fear of the woman upstairs continue reading …