doors slid open with a soft chime. She grabb

ai

marble floor. She ran forward and slapped her hand

forced a sweet, pleading smile onto her face, thoug

dle. Her muscles coiled-a physical reaction to the proximity of

que. Since you're leaving the family and marrying into the Ramseys, shouldn't you leave a little piec

eometric patterns from that ancient occult manuscript burned in her mind. She needed this talisman. If the text was correct, t

evator. She covered her collar with her hand,

adoptive mother in the Rust Belt gave this to me. It'

onviction. If this ignorant peasant valued it so highly, it h

offered, discarding her gentl

're just a fake heiress living on a monthly al

. Her face stiffened, her sweet mask crack

d and reached for th

ed, grabbing the edge of the

icker of hesitation show in her eyes-just enough v

over her. Typical country trash, Harley thought, a smug sneer f

she were making a painful, gut-wrenching sacrif

entire liquid net worth. It would d

l of wild, ecstatic triumph. What was twenty million dollars compared to a lit

t her phone. "Fi

threshold. Harley's thumbs flew across her scree

vibrated. She checked the scr

clasp it gently. She yanked the necklace hard

ce at Harley like it

it to her chest, her face lighting up with a dizzying, manic joy. She believed she ha

tor. She turned around, looking at

shut, the corners of Jessie's mouth twi

rs clic

he elevator. The spatial core's energy had already been co

ntire fortune to buy a useles

d garage. Jessie pulled her suitcase out

ed leather seat, and looked at the driver. "T