Reborn Heiress: Dragging Traitors To Hell

apped inside every nerve ending. The world was a sym

od in her mouth, the screaming protest of her fingernails being ripped from their

damp concrete walls. Aldo's voice, smooth and cultured, slithered through the foul air

nto the light, wearing Kaycee's Chanel suit like a second skin. "Oh, honey, don't struggle. It ruins the

fe, the volume cranked to an unbearable level.

O of Gallagher-Sterling, confirmed dea

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k sedan filled the screen, a pyre for the only man who had eve

ear, her breath hot and smelling of champagne. "We sent him a l

at. He had died because of her. Because

" Aldo said

lled with a clear, shimmering

r to the chair, a final, desperate surge of

hammered against her ribs, a frantic, uneven rh

s. As the darkness closed in, a single, silent vow formed in the ruins o

, no

.

ped open, but the darkness behind her eyelids didn't vanish immediately. It lingered, paint

el the cold, hollow bite of a needle. Instead, her finger

fr

bird, the rhythm frantic and uneven. Thump. Thump

asn't

t heaved as she clawed at her own neck, her fingernails digging int

avy curtains, she saw them. Her fingernails were long, shaped into

g her stomach lurch. She gagged, squeezing her eyes shut, fighting down the bile

e knocked over a glass of water. It shattered, the sound like a gunshot in the

it up, blind

ay, Ma

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a yea

tears finally spilled over. They weren't tears of r

ng ended. Or rather, the d

live. He

med. It smelled of the tuberose candles she u

e a newborn foal's. She walked to t

chair. It was a girl in silk pajamas, her hair messy, her eyes wide wi

ngling heat. The phantom needle in her neck vanish

was

me, she was