Reborn Heiress: Dragging Traitors To Hell

apped inside every nerve ending. The world was a sym

at her fingertips, a phantom sensation where her nails had been ruthlessly c

e damp concrete walls. Aldo's voice, smooth and cultured, slithered through the foul a

nto the light, wearing Kaycee's Chanel suit like a second skin. "Oh, honey, don't struggle. It ruins the

fe, the volume cranked to an unbearable level.

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k sedan filled the screen, a pyre for the only man who had eve

ear, her breath hot and smelling of champagne. "We sent him a l

at. He had died because of her. Because

" Aldo said

a clear, shimmering liquid. A chemica

r to the chair, a final, desperate surge of

izing her blood. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a franti

s. As the darkness closed in, a single, silent vow formed in the ruins o

, no

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ed open, but the darkness behind her eyelids didn't vanish immediately. It lingered, painted

el the cold, hollow bite of a needle. Instead, her finger

fr

bird, the rhythm frantic and uneven. Thump. Thump

asn't

t heaved as she clawed at her own neck, her fingernails digging int

aw them. Her fingernails were long, shaped into sharp stilettos, and painted a garish

d, making her stomach lurch. She gagged, squeezing her eyes shut, fighting down the

e knocked over a glass of water. It shattered, the sound like a gunshot in the

it up, blind

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tears finally spilled over. They weren't tears of r

ng ended. Or rather, the d

live. He

med. It smelled of the tuberose candles she u

e a newborn foal's. She walked to t

It was a girl in silk pajamas, her hair messy, her eyes wide with t

ngling heat. The phantom needle in her neck vanish

was

me, she was