After I Faked My Death, He Went Crazy
Language: en
"Just a tool for my pleasure. A kept woman, fine, but Mrs. King? No way." Those were the words of the man I'd protected with my life for five years. Three years ago, I found him bleeding in an alley, dragging him back from the brink of death. I helped him navigate ruthless corporate battles, pulling him from bankruptcy to the pinnacle of success. When I said I wanted to see the Northern Lights, he chartered a private jet that very night. When I mentioned loving cherry blossoms, he bought and planted an entire mountainside for me. I thought this was love. Until that car hit me, dragging me…