Eight years ago, Sherie, the girl my parents adopted, ki lled someone, yet they made me take the blame. The victim’s family stood outside our house, waving blood-stained letters and demanding my life in return. My parents and brother knelt, pleading, “Sher is too young for prison… You’re her big sister. Take the fall.” I refused and fought to prove my innocence, but the next day they turned me over to the police. My fiancé, business magnate Harold Lloyd, ensured everything and leave me with nowhere to run. Before prison, he promised, “I’ll marry you when you get out, Sandy.” However, after eight years of torment and all cold stares in prison, I finally realized—they never loved me. I'd stopped hoping, and I no longer wanted to marry Harold.

Chapter 1

Eight years ago, Sherie Emerson, the girl my parents adopted, stabbed someone to death.

Yet my parents made sure I took the fall.

The victim's family stood outside our house, waving blood-stained letters and screaming for my life in exchange.

My parents and my older brother, Osmond Emerson, knelt before me and begged, "Sher is still young. She can't go to prison... You're her big sister. Take the fall for her."

I refused and fought back, desperately trying to prove my innocence.

But the next day, they handed me over to the police.

The moment the news spread, my admission to a prestigious university was rescinded.

And my fiancé, Harold Lloyd, a formidable business magnate, made sure everything was set.

He pulled every string he could to leave me with nowhere to run.

Before I went to prison, he made me a promise.

"Sandy, I know the next eight years will be hell, but the day you walk out, I'm marrying you."

***

Eight years had passed by.

"Sandra Emerson, clean up y