Framed By Family, Reborn By Love

My family framed me for corporate espionage, and my uncle told me I was dead to them. So I obliged. I faked my own death and built a new life as Elia Parker, a successful architect married to a tech mogul.

But after five years, my past refused to stay buried. My cousin found me at my own grave and dragged me to a public event, parading me around like a ghost.

My uncle, who left me to rot in a hospital, feigned shock.

My aunt shrieked that I was a monster for faking my death.

Then she lunged, her nails raking across my cheek and drawing blood.

"You ungrateful bitch!" she screamed.

As I stood there bleeding, my so-called family just watched, not one of them moving to help. It was the same cold indifference that had destroyed me five years ago.

Just as I was about to break, a voice cut through the chaos, quiet but radiating power. "Is everything alright here, Elia?"

It was my husband, Javier Bates. And the look on his face told me their world was about to burn.