Protecting My Vengeful Queen From The Shadows

Khloe was pinned inside a crushed car, cold metal piercing her abdomen as she slowly bled to death on the highway.

Desperate and fading, she called her fiancé, Brenton, for help. But the call connected to the sound of an orchestra and a cheering crowd. He was marrying a billionaire heiress that very day, standing at the altar in the custom suit Khloe had spent six months tailoring for him.

"I was in an accident... Please help me," she begged, coughing up blood.

"Don't play these games," Brenton hissed with pure venom. "It would be better for everyone if you just disappeared.