The Billionaire's Cruelty, My Secret Daughter

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te. Her hands were shaking. Not a subtle tremor, but a violent vibration that rattled the

scene was a t

he foyer. Her hands were clutched around her stomach. A low, gutt

her voice shredding the air. "S

covered her mouth with a hand that smelled of lemon polish. T

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hair to his forehead, and water dripped from the hem of his trench coat, lea

sto

He saw the smear of red on the white floor-blood, or perhaps win

terrifyingly

ocked onto

penetrable, that Seraphina felt the air leave her lungs. It was a look of absolute erasu

rd scraped her throat. "I didn'

hand. Palm out

ow, a rumble of thunder contained

Elena onto a stretcher. She was sobbing now, loud, theatrical cries about Harr

time. He didn't look at Seraphina until he was right in front of her. He gripped her upper a

her. Not le

nd kicked the door shut behind t

y desk. It slid over the polished wood

it," h

r was bold, black, and final: Se

vision blurring. "Y

that is what you are, Seraphina. A liability. You were jealous of Harrison's memory. You were jealous that Elena carried the heir

the sound raw. "She fell! She saw me on

she thought he might throw it. Instead, he smashed it into the fir

ripped of the Vanderbilt name. You will receive a monthly stipend contingent on your s

ll the police?" she challenged, her

s already circling like vultures. I will not have the headlines read that his wife tried to kill his unbor

d, tears finally spilling over

pressed the intercom on his de

ity guard

out the window at the rain. "Ensure she takes nothing of

ried to take a framed photo of her and Julian from their honeymoon in Como, Lia

e was shoved into the

tires. Seraphina twisted in her seat, lookin

ng the car leave. He stood perfectly still, a silhouette agai

ess that rolled from her stomach to her throat. She placed a hand on her flat

locking hi