Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge

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recision that felt alien, yet deeply familiar. It was a reflex that did not belong to the timid woma

oded in, two sets crashing into each other like tectonic plates. One was the life she kne

s. A sterile white room. The sting of a needle. A year of her life, around the age of twelv

nsation in her chest, a burning heat, but when she looked down, s

a carefully constructed lie, a mask of amnesia and fea

ermanent reminder of the fire that had taken her beauty five years ago, the price she'd paid for dragging

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said. He didn't look at her fa

table and tossed it onto the bed. It sl

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itle was bold and centered:

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head. She analyzed the threat lev

ransaction, not a gift. "It's a fee for your silence. Enough for you to go upstate, buy a sm

stripping away the fluff to find the core data. Non-disclosure agreemen

ssive personality that had protected her for so long. E

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p made a sharp click as she pulled it of

expected tears. He had expected beggin

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ped to the last page, skipping

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and aggressive. It looked nothing like the round, hes

ed it back toward him. It land

folder, then at he

read the alimony

t the weakness in her muscles-this body had been sedent

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ft. The woman standing before the mirror was holding hers

egain his footing. "You have no skills. You have no

the eyes. Her gaze was dark, empty of affection, empty

" she said softly. "I

. It was an irrational reaction. This

er. "Leave everything I bought you. T

cold curve of her lips t

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