Spectacular Comeback Of The Neglected Heiress

t wasn't dark anymore. It was a terrifying, bleached-out white. Then the thu

old Alya H

city water splashing up her shins. The rain wasn't just falling; it was a solid wall of water, cold a

value she had in the world right now. In her head, the voice of her mother's cowor

happened. Flo... oh God, Alya,

ad nothing to do with the cold. She could feel th

The street was empty, a canyon of brick buildings and shuttered store

ising and falling cry that tightene

e had to get

b. Hope surged in her chest, hot and painful. Alya scrambl

d the rain-streaked windshield. He paused, his gaze taking in the sight of

e hit

ilthy water that hit her square in the

the back of her hand. The hope in her c

tic motion. This one didn't even slow down. The driver just laid on the ho

n on her cheeks. An image of her mother's face, pale and still, f

n't wait

ear-old desperation. She was going to ru

than the taxis. A black car, long and sleek. A Rolls-Royce Phantom. Not tha

She took a breath an

wet pavement, a high-pitched scream of tortured rubber. The

gainst her, knocking her off her feet. She fell backward, her knee cr

glare of the headlights. The en

sudden jolt had thrown him forward against his seatbelt. He glanced at the drive

he butterfly on her shirt, and then down to her knee. He saw the dar

ng a silent, steady rhythm agains

d the do

bodyguard in the front s

snapping open above his head. His polished leather shoes made soft sounds as

gh pavement, the pain in her knee flaring. Sh

s the storm, but without the

lded her from the punishing rain. The sudden silence, with o

just short of her bleeding knee. The gesture was si

istance. His voice, when he spoke, was low and

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