My husband died when I was four months pregnant, and less than a week later his mother put cash in my hand and whispered, “Go and end that burden… then leave this house and never come back.”

Biological father.

The demon who destroyed my life… was the father of the man who saved us.

“What?” I stammered. “If he’s your father, why would you listen to him?”

Marcus pressed his lips together.

“Because he doesn’t deserve to be called father,” he said bitterly. “He’s a monster. And I know that better than anyone.”