From Heiress to Hellfire

ed the Hamptons air, and I stood in a multi-mill

hands grabbing at my dress, turning my reception into a vulg

ruth: a cold whisper from Sabrina as she fiddled with my life support, followed by a playful shove into a swi

erything from me and then murder me? Why did I ever believe their hum

the flatline, the cold abyss. I was back, and the rage t