The Hollow Queen: My Seven-Year Midnight

Summary

I was seven months pregnant when my cover was finally blown.

The man who once claimed to cherish me—the crown prince of the Moretti Syndicate—didn't hesitate. He shattered my teeth with the butt of his rifle, broke my ribs with his boots, and dragged me into the pits of a black-site dungeon.

I miscarried in that cold, dark cell. He took the tiny, lifeless body away, and I never saw him again.

Five years later, a little girl crawled into my cage and whispered:

"Mommy, Daddy’s drunk. He’s crying, and he says he misses you."