Choosing a Deceased Fate

As the Stark family's sole heiress, I was kidnapped three times before turning ten. My father assigned a hundred bodyguards; even school required a three-car bulletproof motorcade.

"Choose a husband to protect you day and night," he said.

I picked Ian Taylor, the gentlest of his protégés. But on our wedding day, he withdrew all my security. Tied to a rooftop chair with a knife at my throat, I heard his cold sneer over the phone:

"Sent thugs to harass Lily, and now playing victim? I just reassigned your guards to protect her for twenty-four hours.