Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Ruthless Billionaire

of gray and neon. The smell of gasoline choked the air, mixing with th

ng wheel was a solid bar of crushing weight against her chest, pinning her

fabric of her dress. Warm. Sticky. She looked down and saw the dark

d. She was supposed to be at the mano

he screen of her phone, sitting on the passenger seat amid the s

the gear shift. The screen flashed an incoming call. It automatically c

it d

rd him use before. There was no warmth, no practiced tenderness. Just a ra

scream his name, but her arm felt like it was filled with lead.

rough the speakers. Alta. The s

?" Alta said, her voice dripping with sat

ely, not from the pressure on her chest, but from the s

hey cut t

ory said, a smirk evident in his voi

smeared blood across the screen, but she couldn't grip it. It s

ta continued, the sound of clinking glass in the backg

ean line through the blood and grime. It dripped o

his eyes had shone with what she thought was love. It was all a calculation.

ng her 'Anna' with that wide, innocent smile.

hrough the speaker, sharp and cheerful. They

r chest harder than the steering wheel. It was a freezing tide tha

the sound of the rain. Beep. Beep. Beep. It was the

highway outside fractured into a thousand blinding stars. Sh

followed by the click of the call disconnecting. The dial t

time, a shallow, useless

emained, frozen in place

n here, no cold rain, no smell of blood. Ju

lence. It was a high, irritating sou

her. She couldn't make out his face, but she could see the frantic way he moved

rying to

y pulling her down, dragging her away fr

her core, yanking her