To steal my unborn baby, my mother-in-law cornered me with a forged notice of my husband’s death. “You have no one left to protect you,” she sneered, forcing custody papers into my hand. But as I backed away, the front door burst open, and a voice she never expected to hear shouted…

whispered, a terrifyingly calm smile spreading across her face. “But since you are awake… it’s time we finalized our arrangement.”

Chapter 3: The Iron and the Ghost

They dragged me into the cavernous industrial kitchen in the basement of the manor.

I fought like a wild animal, kicking and scratching, but my center of gravity was entirely compromised by continue reading …