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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.

His Ruinous Price

No, she refused to fall into the hands of these two disgusting animals. She would fight them until her last breath.


She bit down on her lip so hard she tasted blood, the sharp pain a welcome anchor to clarity, allowing her to think. Her eyes darted to the bedside table and spotted a glass ashtray, and with a sudden burst of adrenaline, she grabbed it and swung it at Dawson’s head.


“Bitch, I’m going to make you suffer for that!”


In a flash, Dawson intercepted her arm, wrenching the ashtray from her hand before delivering a vicious, open-handed Darby across her face, the sound echoing loudly in the small room and leaving her pretty face swollen and throbbing.


He clearly had no intention of showing her any mercy, the force of the blow so hard it made her dizzy.


To make matters worse, he gave her no time to recover before he resumed tearing at her clothes.


“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Get your filthy hands off me!” she screamed, continuing to fight. “Help!”


Chapter 37