The Broken Heiress: Reborn For Sweet Revenge

urora's lungs in a vi

her ribs felt like they were cracking. The sharp scent of chlorine stung her nostrils,

hut rang in her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut, he

Oh my god, are

aids, hovered over her. Maria held out a dry, thick Hermès bath

defensive reflex born from years in a maximum-sec

the expensive slip-resist

ing back. Her eyes

e stared at the pristine blue water of the Carlisle estate pool. She w

le. They were soft. The thick, ugly scars

a violent shiver down her spine. The chill grounded her

se, branded a fake heiress, and sent to rot in a black-site prison to take the fall for someone else. Her stomach cramped

prison cell, she was going to spend her remai

arble and forced herself to stand. Her soa

help you," Maria plead

nicured lawn barefoot. The freezing grass beneath her toes sharpened her fo

en the heavy French glass doors. The intense air conditi

n the hallway. Her bare, wet feet left dark,

His eyes dropped to the ruined rug, his mouth opening

. Her stare was dead, cold, and heavy wi

ked shut. He swallowed

dining room. The rich smell of fresh

e long mahogany tabl

t Journal. At the sound of her wet footsteps, he slowly raised his eyes. His gaze lande

over the floor?" Julian's voic

uld have apologized immedia

ht next to him. The wooden legs scraped loudly against the

sat

enuine confusion crossed his sharp features. He looked

. A kale salad and a glass of thick, green deto

n The Quarry hit the back of her throat. Her stomac

rcelain plate away. It clattered

m seemed to drop. "Watch your table manners, Auror

his cold, calculating eyes. Her throat was raw f

r," she said. "Double

, humorless laugh. "Did water get into y

clearly in the silent dining room. She didn't blush. She didn't l

near the door. "Push her plate back. You will eat

en juice. She picked up

t and poured the thick, green liquid directly into the expens

ripped down the pr

up. His towering frame cast a dark shadow over h

her chin up. Her pulse was steady. She had faced murderers

said, her voice completely flat, "I am not g

ong finger toward the door. "Go to your room and change your cl

nd was dry and hollow. Money meant abso

room doors. Halfway there, she stopped. She loo

rand staircase outside the room. Preston C

to the doorway. A p

ged breath, forcing her shoulders to shake violently. She squeez

hetic sob just as the h