Reborn To Ruin: The Jilted Heiress's Revenge

sending shrapnel tearing through her internal organs. Rain hammered against the thin glass of the motel window, sounding like ha

ches. Withdrawal was a living thing, clawing at the inside of her skin, demanding to be fed. Her hand trembled as

lik

back was a ghost of the "Gossip Queen" who once terrorized Hollywood. Her skin was gray, etched with lines that mapped o

he storm. It was the sound of expensive heels on cheap lino

shrill, invasive chirp that spoke of a br

this entire building. It was a soft, buttery beige, immaculate and dry despite the storm outside.

in protest, and she collapsed back onto the lu

g a velvet armchair. They placed it in the center of the room, facing the bed. Brittany sat down, crossing her legs with a

. Her voice was light, airy, completel

a croaked. It cam

r bag and pulled out a document. She tossed it onto the bed. It sl

e top blurred, but she could make them out.

Bahamas right now. We're celebrating. H

for. The man who had promised to love her in sickness

ldn't," Chels

humorless sound. "He already has. He's been w

r that smug look off Brittany's face. But she couldn't m

s. One of the bodyguards stepped forward, holding a stea

ell of her old life. The life before the pills, before the scandal, before the

s your favorite. Caramel Macchiato,

ng it like a t

sh for a fix," she whispered, leaning forward. "

eroded years ago, washed away by addiction and desperation. She reached for the

stark, blue-white strobe. For a split second, the ligh

. Tear-shaped. Sur

's hand

e that had vanished the day she died.

helsea asked, her voice gai

ning surprise. "This? Oh, it was

ense. Years ago? Bennet an

a," she said, her voice h

rom it didn't smell just like caramel anymore. There wa

ormant for so long, sudd

s slipping. Her eyes weren't pitying a

Chelse

sound of pure annoyance.

sea's jaw, forcing her mouth open. She tried to th

" Brittany

ed her tongue, her throat. She gagged, choking, sput

ul of the coffee and saliva all over the

was the scream of a spoiled child whose toy had

ilthy

elsea's cheek, tearing skin. Chelsea's

r chin. The burning sensation in her throat was spreading dow

ly looked at her, through th

gotiation. This