I Aborted His Only Heir
Language: en
On my wedding day, my mother died under the screeching tires of a Maybach. The woman behind the wheel was Talia, the adopted sister Elvis Beaumont cherished above all else. The security footage was a nightmare looped in my mind: her dragging my mother’s body for miles until there was nothing left but a sickening trail of red and white on the asphalt. After eight years of loving him, Elvis finally promised to stand by me. But the moment I filed charges for first-degree murder, he handed me a blank check. "Talia is young," he said, his voice as cold as the basement he’d locked me in. "Prison…