Left To Burn: The Heiress's Ruthless Comeback

from the air conditioning vents of the Manh

alarm instantly shattered the elegant class

with terror, as they shoved each other, stampedi

slammed hard into her shoulder, sending her crashing t

stal rained down, instantly slicing through the

her teeth, a choked gasp escaping her lips, as she reached out to gr

fire crawled upward with terrifying speed, forming a wa

ly, her chest burning as if she had swallowed glass. H

inging eyes locked onto a familiar,

him. Her voice was weak, barely a rasp over the r

nd turned his head, looking directly t

vah's chest. Her cold fingers twit

of hesitation, he turned his back on her and sprinted

tched. She stared at his retreating back, her br

pen. Jaclyn Raymond, Avah's stepsister, ran out sc

ve suit jacket and wrapped it tightly

iancée. He just shielded Jaclyn with his body and hur

um. The impact shattered her ribs and crushed her heart. For a second,

floor inches from her feet, sending up a shower of spark

oxygen from the air. Avah's arms gave out. She collapsed o

aclyn had disappeared, a cold, self-deprecat

own happiness for the sake of her family's business inter

y diamond necklace-the symbol of this hypocritical co

st patch of flames. It was a physical release, a

ion tunneled into darkness. Her breathing gre

the ballroom were violently hacked

o the inferno. His head swiveled, and he locked on

elding arms scooped Avah off the floor, lifti

and mouth, forcing life-saving air into her lungs,

dark Manhattan sky. The stretcher rattled wildly as Avah