The Billionaire Hid Our Daughter to Break Me

I stepped out of the car to buy my daughter the ice cream she loved most.

But when I came back, the little girl in the back seat was gone.

For the next four years, I searched for her like a woman possessed. Ninety-nine times.

My mother-in-law cursed me, hated me. My own mother cried until she went blind.

And Bruno Gilbert looked at me with nothing but disgust. "If you can't find her, you'll never know a moment's peace for the rest of your life."

The hundredth search failed too. Something inside me turned to ash, and I swallowed poison.