He shoved my nine-month pregnant body off the freezing cliff, laughing as he claimed the $50 million life insurance. Now, at my fake funeral, he smirked at his mistress, his pen hovering over the settlement check. “They both froze to death,” he whispered. Suddenly, the cathedral doors violently burst open. I walked down the aisle, clutching my heavy belly, my scarred face held high, arm-in-arm with the Insurance Group’s billionaire CEO—my biological father…
Chapter 1: The Drafty Cabin and the Dotted Line The cold in Aspen never merely sat on your skin; it burrowed. It found the microscopic fractures in the window panes…









