Chapter 1
A week before my wedding, the man I loved paid someone to destroy my face.
I learned that while pretending to be unconscious in a private hospital room.
My name was Genevieve Hart.
I was supposed to marry Christian Prescott, the country singer America adored, in seven days.
Fans called us a fairytale.
Magazines called me his anchor.
Christian called me his miracle.
Then a man outside my dress fitting asked for a photo.
“For Christian,” he said.
I smiled.
That was the last thing I remembered before fire hit my skin.
Acid.
My screams tore through the street.
Then everything went black.
When I woke, my face was wrapped in bandages.
My right side burned like my bones were glowing.
I kept my eyes closed because I was afraid to know what was left of me.
Then Christian’s manager, Gabriel, walked in.
“You could have canceled the wedding,” he hissed. “Why do this to her?”
My heart stopped.
Christian answered calmly.
“Because if I left Genevieve one week before the wedding, everyone would look for Sabrina.”
Sabrina.
His backup singer.
His first love.
Gabriel sounded sick.
“She could be scarred forever.”
Christian sighed.
“Even better. She’ll need me.”
I stopped breathing.
Then he said the words that killed whatever love I had left.
“She can’t have children anyway. Lawson made sure of that.”
Dr. Lawson.
My doctor.
My vitamins.
My treatments.
Three miscarriages.
Three hospital rooms.
Three times Christian cried while holding me.
All lies.
Christian continued.
“Leo is four now. Sabrina wants him acknowledged. I can marry Sabrina privately and keep Genevieve publicly. Her image is worth millions.”
Leo.
His son.
While I buried babies, he hid one.
Gabriel whispered, “You’re a monster.”
Christian came to my bedside and took my hand.
“Wake up soon, my love,” he murmured. “We still have a wedding.”
When he left, I opened my eyes.
Gabriel returned and saw me awake.
His face went pale.
I raised one finger to my lips.
“Help me,” I whispered.
“To report him?”
May you like
I shook my head.
“First, help me stay alive.”
