Too Late For Your Forgiveness Now

My throat was closing up, anaphylactic shock setting in from the peanuts my half-sister, Kecia, had hidden in the macaron.

But Jonathan didn't call 911.

He rolled his eyes, called me "dramatic," and handed Kecia my late mother's vintage Cartier bracelet-the one heirloom I had left-just to comfort her.

I woke up in the ER alone, only to find my father had sold me off to save his company.

I was forced to marry Gage Sawyer, the "Sleeping Prince," a man rumored to be in a permanent vegetative state.

Jonathan stayed with Kecia, believing her lie that she was his childhood savior.