Marcus was holding me in his arms when he saw dark red blood running down my legs. His body went still, then started shaking with a fear he had never felt before in his whole life.

"I didn't know... I'm sorry. Get up, Ava! I'm sorry!" When I didn't answer, he picked up my weak body and held me close. "Ava, please, please hang on!" he said softly.

"Please, hang on."

As he drove his black Bentley to the hospital, the truth of what he had done hit him like a truck. His sick plan to kill his own ...