Hidden Heiress: The Maid You Betrayed

d him from a burning car until the skin melted off my back, and I was the one who donated bone mar

as just the maid's daughter who changed his bedpans-a piece of fur

fered a massive heart attack, Damien refused to let me use the

hed the tires to ens

my hand just to teach me a lesson about "respect," oblivious to

d ever truly loved him. But the girl who begged for cr

and dialed the number

he other end-Anderson Morrison, the city

, his voice lethal. "And

he hadn't just mistreated a maid

pte

ana

age license application for the ninety-ninth time, when a photo of my

mp was two

m a burner number, wa

ford. I knew that hand better than I knew my own face. I knew the jagged white scar on his kn

, heavy with the intent of posses

uart. The woman who had abandoned him when he was par

ough my thin coat. I looked down at the paper in my trembling hand. *A

. It was the ni

ho pulled his broken body from the burning wreckage of his McLaren when the car bomb went off.

m. I had lain in a hospital bed next to his while he slept in a coma, s

dn't

aughter who changed his bedpans. And I let them lie. I let them lie because I was eigh

They were designer heels Damien had b

g, shoving the box into my chest. "I like the

es. They were s

wasn't the anonymous numbe

me was just a

nsw

p, like gravel wrapped in velvet. It was a voice that comma

e rival family that controlled the port, the

" I wh

coming,

kno

ty. He didn't do pity. He dealt in facts and violence. "Say the word, Ali

the marria

ned down to wipe Damien's brow and take his verbal abuse while he learned to walk again. I thought about the scars on my back t

my future. My

de me bleed and a wedding da

o the phone. "Do

Aliana. It is

g before hardening into something new. "I

was thick, expensive. Just like everything in the C

pped

. I shredded it until it was nothing b

swirled around me, dancing like snow, before falling

aid. "I'm taking my fathe

line. A heavy silence tha

," he promised. "If anyone

get me

I kicked of

grounding. I left the thousand-dollar shoes on the steps of City Hall

ab. I wasn't going to the bistro

to pack my father's medicine and watch t