Married for Money, Buried for Revenge
I married him to save my family. I lost myself instead.
Georgia Steele was raised to believe that marriage was duty, sacrifice, and obedience. When her father’s empire begins to crumble, she is offered as a solution to a powerful older man who promises security in exchange for her future. At first, her new life is gilded and controlled, beautiful on the surface and suffocating beneath it. Then another man appears. Charming, attentive, and seemingly everything her husband is not, he offers her escape and love. She follows him willingly, believing she has chosen freedom.
She is wrong.
What begins as rescue becomes captivity. What feels like devotion turns into domination. Georgia is isolated inside a vast mansion where her memories are questioned, her movements monitored, and her sanity slowly dismantled. When she resists, she is medicated. When she speaks, she is silenced. When she tries to escape, the world is taught to believe she is unstable. Locked beneath the house in a hidden cellar, Georgia is erased from existence while her captor builds a new life above her.
As months turn into years, Georgia survives through pain, hallucination, and rage. Another woman is brought into the house, then another, each one unknowingly stepping into the same trap. In the darkness below, Georgia’s mind fractures, hardens, and evolves. What is buried does not stay silent forever.
This is a story of psychological imprisonment, gaslighting, female suffering, and the terrifying resilience of a woman pushed beyond her breaking point. It is not a love story. It is a descent, a haunting, and ultimately, a reckoning. When the truth finally surfaces, it will not come gently. Some houses are built to destroy women. Others are meant to burn.
