My Ashes, Your Ruin
Language: en
The bulldozer crushed the sign above the boxing gym before I had even finished unwrapping the white hand wraps from my fists. Dust filled the air, burning my eyes as the last thing my father had left me was reduced to rubble. Julian Vance stood beneath a black umbrella beside his Maybach, his tailored suit immaculate. "Keep tearing it down," he said. "Sienna wants to build a ballet studio here. This dump of a boxing gym doesn't suit her." I rushed toward him, only to be stopped by his bodyguards. "You promised me before we got married—" "It was nothing more than a business marriage,"…