Reborn Heiress Marries My Ex-Fiancé's Brother

w to her throat, clawing at skin that should have been charred, expecting the searing heat of

ve lilies and the cool, conditioned

kward, her heels catching on the plush Persian rug, until her back hit the vanity table. The

er hair was styled in perfect, gl

were whole. The diamond engagement ring on her left hand cau

ndar sitting on the

looked like a tombstone. It was the night of the engagement gal

l, the public humiliation, the years of misery that f

dead. She

knuckles turning white, forcing herself to breathe. In. Out. The panic began to recede,

e dress-the emerald green silk gown she had worn that night

down the cool fabric. Last time, she had put this on with stars in her eyes, believing Hank B

head. Right now, Hank wasn't waiting for her at the bot

one. In its place was a simmering, pois

Her hand didn't shake this time. She applied it with precision, watc

e whispered, her vo

artet drifted up from the ballroom below, a stark contrast to the

tairs. She turned left, t

the carpet in her stockings. Her steps were practiced, a skill she hadn't posse

didn't panic. She simply raised a finger to her lips, her expression

he heavy oak door

unds were faint, but unmistakable. The low, guttura

a

t down. Last time, she had burst in, screaming, crying, maki

to

he tapped the screen, switching to video mode, and disa

turned it slowly, millimeter by milli

crack. A sliver of light from th

d together. Hank's shirt was unbuttoned, his face buried in

ith lust. "Once the merger is signed, the Adams fortun

es like sandpaper. "She's such a clueless cash cow,

s a type of cha

k. Just a profound, icy disgust. She lifted

ctly. Hank's face. Elena's fac

xactly ten second

ou

ently pulled the door shut. The

footage. The image was clear. The audio was crisp. It wa

pted email account Lucas had insisted on setting up for her years ago for

nto her heels. She adjusted the diamond drop earrings that hung hea

looked like a queen, but her eyes were dead. They were

e long walk to t

m was a sea of tuxedos and designer gowns. Waiters moved like ants with silver

lton, the patriarch, looking stern and powerf

e had no idea that in three years, he wou

led her over. She gripped the banister, the cold marble grounding

nd as a victim walking to her execution. She d