The True Heiress Returns: His Bitter Regret

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of the surgical lights sliced through her retinas.

her bed sharpened. Five

r man leaning on a custom mahogany

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oat. She was inside the book. The Wall Street corporate w

the edge of the mattress

Upper East Side accent was flawless.

d. Her lungs

ought. She's probably going to sp

didn't stay

t echoed directly inside the minds of the

he wood groaned. His knuckles turned bone-white. His sharp

t on the linoleum floor. She slammed into the

rushed the cold fabric of his suit jacket, right

ruck by a sudden migraine. He squeezed his eyes shut, his face twisting in pain as the sound

s pocket. His thumbs flew across the screen

. Her heart hammer

ey look like they just got struck by lightning. No wonder they

ff a building explo

his waist. He stared at the girl on

le in his jaw ticked. He forced

His voice was thick.

obedient smile. "A

x, Ariel thought. You're all going to be

's lips didn't move. But the

d bloodshot. Her chest he heave as panic seized her l

flinch. She co

softly. She picked up a glass from the n

ind. You sociopath! You faked a pregnan

The protective warmth in his eyes vanis

ved faster

smacked the glass ou

evontae barked. "B

ed into a hundred pieces. Water spl

back, her perfect mask cracki

hed at the

ssues, Ariel thought. No wonder he ge

looked like a corpse. His hands shook s

. His presence sucked

s tone left no room for argume

tears of frustration. She turned and walked out of t

door cli

uffocated

to Ariel. They stared at her

led. Cold sweat s

they figure out I'm an imposter? Are they going to tie

corners of her mouth up. It w

u are awake, sweetie

t her mother's

nsane, Ariel thought.

and pulled the white hosp

tood frozen around the bed. Cold