I Aborted His Only Heir

Summary

On my wedding day, my mother died under the screeching tires of a Maybach. The woman behind the wheel was Talia, the adopted sister Elvis Beaumont cherished above all else. The security footage was a nightmare looped in my mind: her dragging my mother’s body for miles until there was nothing left but a sickening trail of red and white on the asphalt.

After eight years of loving him, Elvis finally promised to stand by me. But the moment I filed charges for first-degree murder, he handed me a blank check. "Talia is young," he said, his voice as cold as the basement he’d locked me in. "Prison would destroy her."

To stop me from appearing in court, he kept me—his pregnant wife—shackled in the dark for three days. It was only then that I realized that in his world, I was always the one meant to be sacrificed.