The Heiress Who Refused to Break

After months of unspeakable horror, my skin caked with mud and my clothes in rags, I finally stumbled back into the gleaming world of the Vanderbilt estate, seeing the rising sun for the first time in ages.

What I met was not the loving embrace of my guardian, Alex Vanderbilt, the man I secretly adored, but a sneer of utter disgust on his perfect face as he stared at my emaciated body. The chilling truth soon emerged: the ransom for my life, which he had deliberately dragged his feet paying while I suffered daily, was the exact amount of the trust fund my deceased parents had left me.