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lowed instantly by the drumming of rain against the reinforced glass of the limousine. S
on lipstick, her mouth open in a grotesque 'O' shape. The interior of the car smelled of exp
unded like a pistol hammer cocking in the quiet cabin. "Your father left a mess. A cra
r. Not stepdaughte
k. They were winding up a road that felt less like a driveway and more like a
. The words tasted like bile. "Th
sing. She looked at Bella the way a butcher l
ler name is dust. We lose the house. We lose the accounts. I end up o
to her neck. Through the rain-slicked windshield, a massive iron gate loomed. I
oor on Bella's side was yanked open. The wind howled
didn't look at Bella. She w
ately into the mud. Cold water seeped through the fabric, chilling her toes. The driver
r window was already rolling
around and vanished down the winding road. Bella stood alone. The rain soaked through her thin
n the stone pi
mechanical v
acked. She cleared her throat a
al grinding on metal echoed through the
n in a pristine black tuxedo stood under a massive black umbre
new the name from the briefing
ooked Bella up and down, his gaze lingering on her soaked hair and
w," he
ag. Bella grabbed the handle of her suitcase and dragged it. The whe
stopp
sudden that Bella flinched. He r
carried more weight than a scream. "In this house, Miss M
s, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. She looked past him, up at the spr
rstand?" Han
se, straining her muscles to keep it off
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