Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Ruthless Ex

someone had replaced Cassandra Williams' blood with battery acid. The fire traveled through her vei

se ceiling wavered above her like the ribs of a rotting leviathan. Dust motes danc

e confident, rhythmic clicks of ex

tom navy suit, a look of practiced, theatrical regret plastered onto his handsome face

llon said, his voice smooth. "You

ugh Dillon's. She was wearing Cassandra's family ring-the vintage emerald cut that ha

er. She looked down at Cassandra, her eyes gleaming with malice. "She wouldn

roat was paralyzed. The neurotoxin had already

e words like a secret shared between sisters. "And daddy's 'financial trouble'? We moved the money months ago. Oh, and Kade? We made sure he wouldn't reach you. A coordinated

is watch. "Time

h the efficiency of a man disposing of a sick dog. He found the vein in her a

fire. The cold

, Cassandra heard a distant, thunderous boom. The ground sho

hatred burning brighter than life i

art st

ungs explod

g victim breaking the surface. She clawed at her throat, exp

st. No smell of

and scented with expensive

tried to move them. A jolt of responsiveness fired through her nerves-weak, trembling, but there. The paralysis that ha

est heaving. She wasn't paralyzed, but she was

cavernous space dominated by grays and blacks. Minimalist, cold, masculine. Floor-to-ceil

ew thi

er bedroom of the

ooth. No needle tracks. No atrophy. S

oman in the warehouse. The date flashed in her mind. It was five years ago. The night she had tried to run away

the bedroo

y mahogany door slammed against the w

stood in t

broad shoulders and rigid tension. He stepped into the room, and the atmo

cal reflex, a remnant of the terro

saw

tightening. The hurt flashed in his eyes-raw and bleedi

d the bed, loosening his tie with a jerk of his hand. "Disappointed to see

bleeding out in a warehouse trying to save her co

his knee sinking into the duvet. He loomed over her, blocking

ling weapons before he handled boardrooms, shot

me," he c

car cutting through his left eyebrow, the storm-gray eyes that usually lo

From the crushing weight of knowing what he would sa

the tears. Of

grip on her chin tightened

was more terrifying than a shout. "You're crying for a coward who left you

whispered, h

h in my lungs, you will never walk out that door

gainst the pillows. He reached into the inner pocket of his ja

r marriage

t on, you will play the part of Mrs. Mullen. If you try to run again, I will dismantle the

aused at the threshold, his hand on the fra

home, C

ed the d

per. Her fingers traced the date. It was real. The nightmare of the warehouse was g

et. And more importantly, she knew the value of being underestimated. To the wo

it," she whispered

surgeon-the woman who had stitched up warlords in damp basements and

es narrowing. The fear evaporated, re

spered to the emp

nd it wasn't

money. Because I'm com