The Blood Bag's Billion-Dollar Revenge

black, knobby lump of fungus that smelled like damp earth and money. Her fingers trembled as she sliced i

She had been standing in

God, do I have to t

fles. She was dressed in a silver gown that shimmered like fish scales, her face pulled tight by

he granite. "If the appetizers aren't plated by the time the guests arrive, don't bo

. Slice. Slice. Slice. If she stopped, she might sc

ia," Seraphina said, her voice rasp

hough how my son ended up with a gold-digging nobody from

d her thumb. A bead of bright red blood w

just a drop. But in this

tent, demanding vibration that made her stomach clench.

an V

. For a split second, she hoped. Maybe he was calling to ask if she was okay. Maybe

umb across the

St. Luke

g. No warmth. Just the tone he used for his exe

"I... I'm making the appetizers for

hemoglobin is critically low. She needs a tr

e long sleeve of her cheap gray sweater. Underneath the fabric, the skin wa

who was watching with a shark-like grin. "It hasn't

ce vibrating through the speaker. "Dr. Smith says you're compatible and she'

avy, judgmental silence that w

us, quiet register. "Are you really going to hold a grudge over a pint o

e you g

servant. A biolo

d, her voice shaking. "I'm holding

"You signed the agreement. Don't make me send security up th

he beep echoed in her

her face. She felt light, untethered, as if gravit

u

gain. A picture mess

She shouldn't ha

ves rolled up. He was holding a slice of apple to a woman's lips. Caroline. She looked pale, fragile, ether

t below

th you, but he's feeding me. T

nside Serap

et, dry sound of a dead branch finall

ood on her thumb. She looked at Victoria, who wa

did he want? Is that poor girl sick again? You bett

he marble. She reached behind her

e. The fabric fell

dropped it into the trash can. It landed wi

de, the Botox straining against the sh

Mercedes or a Bentley, but to a battered Honda Civic she'd bought with c

ng an octave. "If you walk out that door, Seraphina, don't yo

spine was straight, her chin lifted. For the first tim

plan," Ser

November wind hit her face, biting

locked the doors. Her hands were st

dialed a number she hadn't

It's Seraphina. Prepare the papers. I want a divorce

vered over Julian's contact

hospital. Bringin

sputtered, then roared to life. As she peeled out of the driveway, leaving the

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