His Unwanted Wife's Secret Billionaire Heir

middle of the second-floor hallway of the Blackburn estate. Her feet ached. Her chest felt tight. She just w

e brass handle of

d stop

wet, heavy noise that slipped thro

fingers hovered an

as dim, but the warm light from the wall sconce inside the room spi

re tangled on

e crack. It was the exact scent she had bought for Cleon last month.

Her boyfriend. The man who

her head back and laughed. It w

rap the scream tearing up her throat. Her fingernails du

mockery. "She actually thinks you love her. She sold her

el laugh. He adjusted hi

-man-walking uncle stops breathing, that entire trust fund defau

ow to the chest. Her lungs stopped worki

urned to ash in her mouth. He neve

them apart. She wanted to drag her nails across their faces and s

tal bit int

old snapped her br

wn out of the estate. Her father's life support would be unplugged by tomorrow m

p, freezing breath. She

er eyes shattered completely. What

She took one step back. Then another. She turned away f

dressing room and lock

oman staring back at her looked pathetic. Pale skin, trembling li

in her hands and splashed it violently onto her face. She did it a

a thread that depended entirely on the Blackburn money. She had sacrificed her own freedom, her own future, for that money. Haleigh stared at her own trembling reflection. You don't have the right t

er her lips. The pale, weak girl

he smoothed out every invisib

ard the grand staircase with her chin held high. She was the l

and bowed their heads as she passed

e marble stairs. She looked

bar. He was adjusting his ti

and caught her gaze. He smiled his fake, loving smile. Haleigh did not smile ba