The Billionaire's Retribution

The searing pain was the last thing I knew.

A sharp, cold metal plunging into my belly, again and again.

My best friend, Tara, was screaming, a twisted rage on her face I' d never seen before, "Why couldn't it have been you?

You have everything!"

Her husband, Brian, held the knife, his eyes empty.

I watched my own blood pool on my marble floor as they staged a home invasion, taking over my life, my home, my wealth.

I watched my husband, shattered by grief, take his own life.

My baby, my husband, me – all of it, gone.