Return Of The Vicious Billionaire Heiress

headlights slicing across the dilapidated gates of St. Jude's Orpha

ich roughly shook the smal

g her worn teddy bear tighter. She blinked, her

crossed Herman's fa

shed in. He pulled Adria from the warmth of the car

her toward the iron gates. He shoved her forward, pus

uffed it deep inside her teddy bear's plush body. His voice wa

e fell into a puddle of mud, her

l she saw were the Lincoln's taillights, two red eyes disappeari

found Adria in the mud, shivering and sobbing, nearly unconscious from th

r, the smoke curling around his tr

voice answered. "D

his lips. "The little bastard has been dropped. From now

s already planning a lavish party to celebrate, chattering about how her

en year

a thousand crystals. On a large screen, photos of a smiling couple play

bride, glowed with pride. They accepted congratulatio

is foresight, about how he had single-handedly elevated the Rich fami

ar at JFK, a Gulfstream G650

f the stairs. She wore a simple black trench coat, her long, da

uding a powerful and distinct aura, followed in silent defe

oyed with an elegant pocket watch, engraved with the lette

feed of the wedding at the St. Regis. The bride,

's lips. "The party is just begi

a single command.

flow of New York traffic, a blade

oice echoed through the silent hall

om was

torious glance. Their life's ambiti

the moment he would place the ring on her fing

re, wore a mask of indifference. His face was blank, as if

, the heavy oak doors of the ballroom w

head t

t the light, a tal

harp, rhythmic sound that seemed to beat in t

th familiar and terrifyingly strange, the champagne glass s

lips trembled. He looked

e eyes cut through the stunned crow

it carried through the cav

no see, my.