The Traitor's Bride: Unleashed

The first thing I felt was the cold marble against my cheek.

Then, the sharp, metallic smell of my own blood.

My husband, Ryan Scott, stood over me, his face twisted with hateful satisfaction as I drew my last breath on the execution platform.

He blamed me for something I didn't do, for the deaths of a woman and her son he was obsessed with.

My powerful family, once my shield, was destroyed; my father, executed.

I woke with a gasp in my New York penthouse, the sun streaming through the windows – it was today, the day it all began again.