Too Late, Mr. Thorne: Her Heaven, Your Hell

My life with Marcus Thorne was a fairytale, shielded by his ruthless power and what I thought was unwavering love.

He was whispered about in D.C. elite circles-powerful, ruthless, yet always gentle with me, his Eleanor.

Our legendary love story began years ago when he saved me, promising protection and building our world around him.

Then, at a glittering D.C. gala, chaos erupted: gunfire, and his young operative, Izzy, took a bullet meant for him.

But suddenly, the devoted man I knew vanished, replaced by a cold stranger fixated on Izzy, claiming a convenient amnesia.