What it is about
I spent five years gutting fish in ice water to feed a husband who gambled away every cent I earned — then he texted me he was selling me to a man who runs girls out of a nightclub. I grabbed my fish knife and headed for the door, but a Rolls-Royce pulled up first. The man inside said he was my father. DNA confirmed: I'm the lost daughter of the richest man in the province, missing for twenty-two years. But coming home doesn't mean safe — the uncle who threw me away when I was three is already plotting to destroy me all over again, and the only person willing to fight for me is the fake heiress who's supposed to hate me most.
