The Trophy Wife's Fiery Escape

My fiancé, Griffin Cooper, was turning me from a wild heiress into his perfect trophy wife. My father approved, eager to tame the rebellious spirit I' d inherited from my mother.

A near-fatal car crash was my wake-up call. But the real horror began when Griffin punished me for defending myself at a gala by throwing me into an icy fountain.

As I shivered, bleeding from my period into the freezing water, his orders were chilling.

"Let her bleed," he told his guards. "Perhaps it will teach her a lesson."

That was before he scalded me with boiling water and locked me in a panic room, where my venomous stepsister tasered me until I passed out.

I finally understood. He didn't want a partner; he wanted a prisoner to break.

So on his wedding day, I arranged a little surprise. I sent my stepsister down the aisle in my place, blew our family mansion to smithereens, and boarded the first flight to freedom. My revenge had just begun.