Who was Connor Mitchell, the man I trusted with my heart and my future?

For years, he whispered sweet nothings, promising a lifetime of love and devotion.

But beneath the surface lurked a sinister truth.

At parties, he slipped drugs into my drink, leaving me vulnerable to his vile intentions.

As I lay unconscious, he violated my trust, plotting to steal my twenty-million-dollar inheritance through marriage and pregnancy.

Even my roommate, once thought a confidante, was part of his twisted scheme.

For two years, I lived in blissful ignorance, blind to the lies that entangled my life.

But Connor made one fatal mistake—he revealed the existence of a child he believed to be his.

The DNA test unveiled a shocking reality: the father was the man who had silently protected me all along.

What did I do when the truth came to light?

I didn’t flee. I didn’t crumble. I didn’t fade into despair.

Instead, I strategized. I plotted. I prepared.

Because revenge is best served with precision—and I was ready to deliver it.

The Wedding’s Dark Secret

Chapter 7


I knocked on Ethan's door Sunday afternoon.
"This device will record everything clearly," Ethan said, holding up what looked like a tiny button. "Just press this when you're with Connor."
I turned the miniature recorder over in my palm, marveling at how something so small could hold such power. ...



I knocked on Ethan's door Sunday afternoon.

"This device will record everything clearly," Ethan said, holding up what looked like a tiny button. "Just press this when you're with Connor."

I turned the miniature recorder over in my palm, marveling at how something so small could hold such power. ...

Chapter 5