His Wedding, Her Secret Grave

I lived in a gilded cage, Liam Donovan's opulent penthouse, a testament to his success and my inescapable prison.

My real life, a fierce purpose to find justice for my mother, burned deep within me, a silent ember waiting to ignite. But tonight, his return, and the sickly sweet voice of Sarah Chen, echoed through the vast space like a calculated torment.

He called it marriage. I called it revenge. He brought women home, but Sarah became a constant fixture, his confidante.

He paraded her, commanded me to serve them champagne, and paid me for "services rendered"—a crude hundred-dollar bill…