The Scarred Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

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whisper, but it cut through the d

d down, and the crisp, biting wind of an early Manhattan autumn instantly floode

low cabs and black SUVs. Her gaze was nailed to

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color hit her retinas, Jerri's lungs forgot how to process oxygen. The red light refracte

her stomach. Acid burne

g to use the physical strain in her hands to override the sudden, terrifying freefall in her chest. Her p

flicked to the rearview mirror. He saw the

onsole and cranked up the heat, trying to chase

strictly professional tone. "Do you need me to reroute? We

e just raised her right hand a

ack carved doors of the club. Cold sweat broke out

n years ago. The deafening laughter. The public humiliation

ench coat. She traced the outline of the massive, ugly scar hidden beneath the fabric. The rough, raised textu

d heavily into the side of the Maybach. The flash of bright red so close to h

ed down on the cent

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ed in the cabin. The noise snapped Jerri out of the nightma

quickly folded both hands in her lap, pressi

The look in his eyes crossed the line fr

he corners of her mouth up, stretching her li

id. Her voice was raspy

Maybach pulled smoothly away from the curb, m

low of the club fade into the distance. She closed her eyes. A single, hot

ion buzzed aga

handbag and pulled out her phone. The screen lit up with

. In a fraction of a second, the terrified girl vanish

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roup is sweeping the secondary market. They are buying u

ability in her gaze was gone, replace