His Ruinous Price

I sold my body to my husband, Cade Sterling.

One hundred thousand dollars. That was his price for a night with me. The only thing keeping our son, Leo, alive.

My stepmother whispered lies in his ear, and he believed them. He forced another woman into our bed while I was forced onto an operating table.

"You're pregnant," the nurse said, her voice a sterile blade. "Mr. Sterling has requested a termination."

Then, I was forced to watch my son Leo, my only reason for living, leap from a cliff to save me from further torment.

He was gone.

My husband had murdered our first child, and now our second. There was nothing left to live for.

In the cold, scarlet water of the bathtub, I finally let go.

But as darkness claimed me, I didn't know the truth was a far more cruel and twisted thing than I could have ever imagined.

And that Cade Sterling, my tormentor, was about to pay a price far greater than money could ever cover.