He shoved his nine-month-pregnant wife off an icy cliff just to pocket a $50 million life insurance policy. Today, at the funeral they think is mine, he’s standing with his secret lover, smirking like a winner. They think I’m dead… but they have no clue I’m still clinging to life, fighting my way back for revenge.

past the window in thin silver streaks. Somewhere in the city, Michael was disappearing. Ashley was running out of places to hide. And my father—Richard Vale—was sitting beside my bed with a truth he had kept half-buried for years.

“Where is the page?” I asked.

He reached into his coat.

For a moment, I thought he would finally give it to me.

Instead, he continue reading …