The Discarded Heiress Owns The Wasteland

hrobbing pain exploded at the base of her skull,

leaner and expensive perfume. Not the w

ushing herself up into a crouch. Her hands curled into fists, knuckles w

s, racks of clothes. A place for the p

Memories she had buried deep within her flooded her brain. A life she thought she had escaped from came rushing back.

umor, sharp enough to cut glass. So this was the joke the unive

eels echoed from the hallway. F

ight from the corridor spil

t body. Her face was a mask of concern, but her eyes flickered

orward, hands outstretched

side. Coralie's hands grabbed nothing but air. She st

Casey said. Her vo

"Casey, I'm so worried about you. You fell... you need to sign the cont

Coralie. The girl was a terrible liar. Her pulse was

to an assistant waiting by the door, who quickly brought a holograp

oice dropping to a whisper. "She said if you

es narrowed. A chill settled in her gaze. She reach

ed by a decade of scanning for danger in the ruins, caught every word. Termination clauses.

ear on Planet A13 shall be granted absolute ownership o

dits. A fortress. A home. A deal too good to be true. They

"I know it's scary, Casey. The wild planet is da

calculation in her eyes ma

e pressed the tip to the screen. Coralie held

were sharp, aggressive, slashing ac

flashed. Con

om. She stood up straight. She was taller than Coralie. The height advantage,

back another st

walked past Coralie, her shoulder brushing

e door handle an

like strobes, blinding her. Microphones were shov