My daughter married a billionaire’s son in a fairy-tale wedding. Crystal chandeliers, Vera Wang dress, three hundred guests whispering about how she’d “won the lottery.” But when I caught her bouquet and found a folded note hidden in the stems that said, “Mom, please help me. I can’t get out. He won’t let me leave,” the room stopped spinning and my blood went ice cold. I’m Barbara, 67, a retired social worker… at least that’s what everyone thinks. I stood there in that glittering ballroom, prete