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Imogen should be enjoying her life–she is happily married with a high-powered career that could see her rise to the very highest levels of management. But that’s never going to happen because Imogen’s boss, Michael, has discovered she has a secret, something she has hidden from everyone, even her devoted husband. If the secret is ever revealed, her life will be destroyed, which means Imogen is completely and utterly in Michael’s power, and he loves it.

‘I’ll always protect you.’ These are the words my mother whispered to me every time she kissed me goodnight. And whenever we ventured outside our windswept seaside village, she’d clutch my hand tightly and her face would be pinched and pale. I never understood why. But now I do. Growing up, I’d heard the whispers and the rumours. My mother tried to keep the truth from me, but she failed. I understand exactly what happened eighteen years ago. I know I am the murdered doctor’s child.

I could tell when my son started hiding things from me. He used to walk to school with a mischievous grin on his beautiful face. Now he avoids eye contact and keeps his head down. Since I discovered he’s being bullied by a classmate, I’ve spent every day worrying, my stomach churning with anxiety from the moment he leaves the house to the second he walks back through the door. Everyone keeps telling me I’m overreacting, but I won’t risk my child’s safety. My husband and I try to talk to the other boy’s parents, but it only makes things worse. Then our precious child is hurt. Enough is enough.

From the moment I first see Doctor Drew Devlin, I want him to be mine. Drew is the perfect man–he’s charming, handsome and wealthy. And I need the security that comes from being with someone like him. I’m at my lowest point and I have nothing to lose; this is my chance to escape my troubled past. So I’m going to stop at nothing to ensure that Drew marries me…

Creía que había escapado, pero ahora su hija quiere vengarse… "Siempre te protegeré", me susurraba mamá al oído cada noche. Y cada vez que salíamos de nuestro pueblo costero, me agarraba la mano con tanta fuerza que sus nudillos se ponían blancos, mientras que su rostro estaba tenso y pálido. Nunca entendí por qué. Pero ahora lo sé. Crecí rodeada de murmullos y rumores. Mi madre intentó ocultarme la verdad, pero fracasó. Sé exactamente lo que ocurrió hace dieciocho años. Sé que soy la hija del médico asesinado.