I wanted my sister to be happy and voluntarily take the blame and go to jail. I never expected news of her death to reach me before her wedding ever happened. The men I sent to investigate said Leila changed after I was imprisoned.
To keep Hendrix from leaving her, my sister once had Cassidy kidnapped—hung from a beam in a factory and beaten until one of her legs broke.
When Hendrix arrived, all he found was an unconscious Cassidy and my sister standing there, holding a bloodstained whip.
He didn't ask a single question. He pinned all the blame on my sister, and from that moment, their relationship shattered completely.
Later, after Cassidy miscarried, she was abducted again—this time for revenge.
But the men hired for the job mistook my sister for Cassidy. The torture was so brutal that she died on the spot.
I clenched the autopsy report in my hands. It clearly stated that my sister had been five months pregnant when she died.
And the child—the child had been cut out of her body while she was still alive.
My tears fell uncontrollably, smudging the ink.