l my fingers bled, enduring stale smo
x, to pay off a $500,000 debt th
led, the debt paid, and I was on m
rtment, it was empty, a forecl
s his phone went straight t
verything, showing Jax, my fiancé, beaming with
uple, Jax Thorne and Savannah Monroe,
e dusty floor, my mind u
s listed, only to overhear their v
me," Jax bragged, his v
The loan shark? Seriously? You hire
the loan shark, the three years of hell-all a lie
my dad. Ruined him. Drove him to suicide. I wanted her
e, my love-it was all a set
a gambler, and the 'stolen song'
ot based on a lie, completel
small, crumpled piece of paper-a mysterious number for
never
ling hands
ld, priva
oed in my mi
arcus Rothschild," I whisp