BOOK4 Chapter1 By the time the dagger had stabbed me more than twenty tin scream. I could no longer I just felt cold all over, the blood was flowing too fast. My fingers were broken, exposing the bones. My shin had been shattered by a hammer, and my body was covered in scars from branding irons. Even breathing became painful. I had been tortured for three days and three nights. "She's still alive after all this. This woman is tough." "We're only supposed to torture her; the boss didn't say to kill her. Boss, I'm scared…" "Step on it and shut up! Once we dump her on the deserted island, not even God. himself could save her." The boat hit a sharp wave and shot up. I slammed hard against the bow. There was a sharp c**k-my jaw was probably broken. The leader of the thugs leered at me, running his filthy hand over my body. I spat a mouthful of blood onto his face in fury. Angry, he punched me, and my vision filled with stars, my head spinning. I lay flat in the cabin, completely drained, my breathing shallow. Endless torture felt like a fate worse than death, and dying started to seem like a BOOK Chapter! welcome release. So when the thug took out his knife to end my life, I actually smiled. As my soul rose from my shattered body, I watched my dead face slowly change into someone else's. I saw them throw me onto the deserted island, and oddly, I felt a strange sense of peace. It turns out that when sorrow and anger reach their peak, all that's left is numbness. I had held on for so long, believing in my husband's promise to come and save me, but deep down, I knew my chances were slim. At least it would all be over soon. I had believed that Jackson once truly loved me. But true love is fickle. The boy who once defied all odds to hold me in his arms was the one who pushed me into the abyss. My lifeless soul, out of control, drifted back to the home Jackson and I shared. It was just one of our properties. The basement where we lived when we struggled together had long been. transformed into a billion-dollar mansion after he made it big. He considered those days an embarrassment and refused to look back. Book4 chaptert And I, the wife who stood by him through thick and thin, was just a reminder of the life he wanted to forget. The familiar furnishings and decor only mocked my foolishness and naivety, making me reluctant to return. Max, our cat, rolled over, stretching his legs and licking his fur, exposing his soft belly. I crouched down, wanting to pet him, but my fingers passed right through. It hit me-I was dead, never able to stroke Max's fur again, a pang of sadness welling up inside me. In "Angel From Above" by CrushReel, follow the journey of a young woman who, after a tragic loss at a tender age, finds herself in the care of neglectful relatives. At eighteen, a fateful act of kindness towards a stranger unveils a surprising connection to a billionaire's mother. This CEO-driven modern drama unfolds against the backdrop of wealth and power, set within the luxurious confines of mansions and offices. The protagonist's transformation, from a troubled past to newfound connections with affluence, forms the core of this ongoing narrative. As she navigates through societal expectations and personal growth, themes of resilience and self-discovery take center stage. What sets "Angel From Above" apart is its compelling blend of emotional depth and aspirational storytelling. Readers are drawn into a world where personal struggles meet with the allure of opulence, creating a dynamic narrative that resonates with those seeking both drama and inspiration. Dive into this captivating tale on CrushReel for a unique exploration of ambition, relationships, and the quest for identity in the face of adversity.