Faking My Death to Escape My Screwed-up Family

The day before the new software was set to launch, I was dragged into an alley by more than a dozen burly men.

By the time I was rescued, my intestines had prolapsed, and my limbs were twisted beyond recognition.

Clara, my sister, pulled every string she could, vowing to bring those who had harmed me to justice.

Her fiancé, and my closest friend, Wyatt, arranged for the country’s top medical team to fly in overnight to save me.

Yet, as I lay outside the emergency room, I overheard Wyatt’s hesitant voice.