Bound To The Disabled Apocalyptic Tycoon

eyes snap

sh, ragged sound, as her hands instinctively flew to her throat. Her fingers dug into her own skin, frantical

se. Just the smooth, unblemished skin of her neck and

glass coffee table, the sharp smack vibrati

harp, impatien

ive. She dragged her gaze away from the ceiling, her eyes focusing on the woman standing over her. Features cold, sharp, and dripping with aristocratic disdain-t

k tie with stiff, jerky movements, not even deigning to look at his eldest daughter as he spoke. "You will marry the Ramsey heir.

ality of the moment. She was back. Back in the Manhattan penthouse. Back t

ith a tissue. Harley-the adopted daughter the Aguilars had raised in luxury while Jessie toile

mbling with practiced fragility. "I'll do it. I'll m

s, sweetheart. You are a delicate girl. Jessie grew up in Pennsylvania, shoveling dir

o a cold, heavy beat. She looked at the three of them. Her blood relatives. The same people who, three ye

looked at her biological parents, who were so eager to sell her off to save their failing empire, and

g laugh escape

ment, she reached down and picked up the he

led the

r eyes gleaming with a sick, hidden anticipation. She had

the last page of the contract, pressed

Scratch

ightly into the thick parchment

ying in her throat. She stared at the s

rom the window, his brow f

up. Her hands froze on her ruined si

the glass table. The metal clatt

any human warmth. "Now, since I'm saving this

ng into a sneer. "I knew it. You're just a greed

out my inheritance rights. Every single share, every trust fund ti

u are an idiot. You're giving up billions in

cern. "Jessie, don't be impulsive. The inheritance is yours by

. "Really, Harley? Do you want me to keep it? Because

drained from her face, and she looked u

that!" Brenda shrieked, shielding Harley a

creaming like a scalpel. "Get them here now to draft the buyout agreement.

Ramsey money was the only thing keeping the Aguila

rd the guest hallway. Her posture was rigid, her steps measured. She felt n

ight, Jessie stopped. She reached up and touched the

old. Unus

arley had stolen by "accidentally" cutting her finger and bonding with it. Bu

nd pressed two fingers agains

rk-with lines that almost looked like micro-

nto her soul upon her rebirth. The Personal Biome-her ultimate survi

ound her neck, a dark, quiet satisfaction settled