The Unwanted Heiress: Mr. Sterling's Obsession

ross the mud. Dirty water splashed against the pristine chrome a

ssed a manicured hand over his nose. He stared out th

like wet dog and

alculated patience. His hands lightly rested on the leather steering wheel. "Just find

rusted iron gate stood between the mud path and the front door. Several residents in

sank half an inch into the brown sludge. He ign

the metal. The frame rattled. Ru

e ans

kicking the bottom of the ga

shouted. "O

tal cut through the damp air.

e. Her hands rested in her pockets. She looked at the t

esperate orphan. The girl standing before him did not look desper

. "Pack whatever garbage you want to keep

ely examining the texture of the distant storm. Her eyes were perfectly calm, devoid of a single ripple of emotion. Her p

leather-bound checkbook and a gold pen. He scribbled

ecent clothes before you get on the

mother died three days ago. The mourning p

ite trash nobody living in a tin can!

ssed two fingers against her temple, pushing down ha

hand and locke

ok in her eyes was not anger. It was the dead, empty stare of a pre

He stepped forward to c

said, his voice tight. "Or we wil

ath. It sounded like a laugh, but

or bankruptcy that you need my signature to

or drained from his face. Ia

ing it into a fist. He to

es tracked the movement of

urvival instinct in his body screame

pulled him back toward the

or you in New Y

. The Maybach engine roared. The tires spun in the mud, fishtailing wildly bef

sappear into the rain. She pressed

y iron door shut. The latch clicked i

he door. The trailer was smal

of the room. It was time to go to New York. It wa