, beautiful couple, and I was the villain of their story. The narrative was set in ston

"The Psycho Stalker." Every article was a fresh wave of humiliation. They dissected my appearance, compa

fire. They didn't know Carter had sculpted me into this person, that he had forced me into

n' t correct the lies. His silence was a tacit confirmation of

kness. The online hate was relentless

y something," I begged.

ay out of the public eye," he said, his vo

f and Gia on Instagram. The caption read:

ed through the mud. I felt a wave of nausea. He was

dollars and the beach house felt like blood money, but it was my only ticket out. I just had to endure a little longer. I

r, he called me

he said, not looking up from his co

d not

incident," he continued. "Her security team think

hed over me. I kne

l go in h

request. It

ing. "Absolutely not. I' m n

do this, and you get your money, and you' re free. You refuse, and I' ll make sure those pre-surgery phot

ng cold. He was a monster. Ther

red. I had to play hi

id, my voice b

one Gia was supposed to wear. I entered through a priva

private suite, looki

se concern. "It' s just for a little while. You just have to w

n her back. He looked at me with a

e said to me. "And try not

To make sure you' re relaxed," he sai

car to take you to a hotel for the night. Do not try t

dy planning

I didn't drink it. I would

e softening into the fake tenderness I now hated. "After this is over, I pro

was still trying to manipulate

ter," I said,

oom. I was a lamb walking to the slaughter. I thought of the bea

. A target. And I was walk