My hands were slick with sweat on the steering wheel, then the brakes hit the floor—nothing! My Porsche went screaming down the cliff, and as we smashed through the guardrail, I caught a glimpse of cut brake lines under the dashboard. The same brakes my husband Austin had just "checked" yesterday!
When I found myself floating above my own mansion, I finally got it—this was murder! I drifted through the door into my bedroom and saw my best friend Macy naked in Austin's arms, him panting about how "the brake job was clean, cops will call it an accident."
Before I could lose my mind completely, a white light yanked me straight into Macy's body. When I opened my eyes, Austin was on top of me—perfect! 
This bastard and his whore think I'm dead? Just wait! I'm going to strip them of everything—the insurance money, the house, and their fucking lives!


Killed by Them, Now I'm Her to Pay Back 

Claire
Two hours later, my phone buzzed as Lucas gunned the engine.
Unknown number. But the message made my blood freeze:
[I have something that belongs to you. Factory on Industrial Road. Come alone, or both Susan and Claire die tonight.]
"Shit." I showed Lucas the screen. "He's got Mom."
'No,...

Chapter 6