My boyfriend sold my private photos to please another woman. He locked me in a basement for three days, then made me kneel and apologize to his mistress—just to see her smile. When I finally learned the truth, I called another man. “I’ve made up my mind. Take me away.” A week later, Ricardo found out I was gone. He thought I died. Good. Because the next time he sees me, I’ll make sure he kneels instead.

Chapter 1

My boyfriend, Ricardo Travolta, sold my private photos for a high price to please the other woman, Dahlia Dixon.

He even locked me in a basement for three days and nights, knowing I had claustrophobia.

Then, in front of everyone, he smashed my mom's keepsake and forced me to get down on my knees to apologize.

When he saw my swollen knees, he sighed helplessly and pulled me into his arms. "I'm sorry, baby. I just didn't want her to hurt you."

I thought he finally believed me until I overheard him talking to one of his friends.

"Nice move, Ric. You knew Elena was innocent, but still made her kneel and apologize. Aren't you afraid she'll leave you when she finds out the truth?"

"I couldn't care less. Getting Lia jealous for once is worth it," Ricardo replied.

"That makes sense. Only someone like Ms. Dixon, who's successful and classy, deserves you. Elena's just a pretty face. She's only good as a plaything."

So, he had known the truth all along. To him, I was nothing mo