Contract With A Monster: The Heiress's Revenge

an looking back didn't feel like her. The silk of her dress was cool again

ythmic, dull ache, like a headache that wouldn't break. It was her birthday. She was

fingers trembling slightly. Just breathe.

a

it exploded inward. The lock gave a shar

up. It was a learned response

tle of champagne by the neck, her knuckles white. Her mascara w

d. The words were wet and heavy. "Just becau

dy, practiced. She didn't move. "You're drunk.

eamed. "He only sees you! The p

arm whipp

ed against the floor inches from Eve's feet. Green

r calf. Warm blood immediately began to tric

ere was no humor in her eyes.

sn't holding a drink. It was the silver letter opener from Richard's

the room seemed to vanish. This w

rned, stepping back. Her heel

Serena

amp from her bedside table and swung it. It conne

back, dropping the letter

as e

pain in her cut leg. She sprinted through the doorw

leeding and barefoot, Richard would never forgive the e

e guest wing. It was dark

shrieked from behind her. The

he first do

the seco

She could hear Serena's ragg

s to the Presidential Suite stood sligh

and shoved the door shut. Her fingers fumbled with the deadbolt, sliding i

screamed, poundi

e pressed her hands over her mouth to

Serena's footsteps retreated, acco

closed her eyes, trying to command her heart to slow do

safe. It

he soun

a low, ragged gasp tore through the sil

on her arms stood