Riley's POV

The dress Brett had chosen for me was a deep emerald green that hugged every curve, with a neckline that was elegant without being modest. It cost more than most people made in a year, but as I stared at myself in the mirror, I realized it wasn't the dress that had changed, it was me.

The woman looking back at me had steel in her eyes and fire in her spine. This wasn't the broken victim who had begged for scraps. This was a woman who had nothing left to lose and everything to fight ...