She Burned My Son So I Took Her Empire
Language: en
The night Lila’s intern-turned-kept-boy accused me of flunking him on purpose, she sent our son to an illegal clinic. “Give Rhys his spot on the Westbrook Research Fellowship back, or they will cut Finn open. Alive.” I knelt, slamming my forehead against the floor, begging her to tell me where they had taken him. She finally conceded. But when I raced to the location, all I found was Finn’s small, disemboweled body. His small, freezing hand clutched mine. “Dad,” he whispered, his voice a thread, “it hurts so bad.” I dissolved, a wreck of sobs, my trembling fingers fumbling with my…