I Faked My Death

The five million people watching the global livestream didn't see a wedding; they saw the public execution of a dynasty. Amidst the horrified gasps of the Montecito elite and the flickering screens broadcasting Tom Harrington’s most graphic infidelities, a coffin arrived where a bride should have stood. Tom, the golden CEO, stood paralyzed as his empire dissolved into a cacophony of scandal and his mistress’s frantic tears. He thought he was mourning the tragic suicide of his "perfect," deaf fiancée. He didn't know that Sophia Langston had heard every whispered taunt and every bedpost confession for months. He didn't know that the woman he’d spent years patronizing had meticulously orchestrated his ruin before vanishing into the night. The silence he’d forced her into was over; now, it was his turn to scream into the void.