To outsiders, Nathaniel was a prince—handsome, generous at charity events, untouchable in glossy business magazines. But behind the iron gates of our twenty-room mansion, he was a monster who believed money could erase any sin.
“You are nothing without me!” he thundered. “You are a useless charity case, Ava! I dragged you out of nothing!”
I kept my eyes on the gray veins in the marble and forced my breathing to stay calm. Fear only fed him.
From the curved staircase behind him came the soft clink of ice against crystal.
