The Defective Wife's Lethal Comeback

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mbs felt like they were filled with wet cement. A sickening, unnatural

they electrocuted her nervous system. A high-voltage surge of another woman's life-the original Jolie Pennington's life-tore throug

sts, driven by a biological need to hunt and consume energy. But that energy was a poison. Without a female to act as a catalyst, to so

se, you were th

's mind. Genetic Compatibility Index: 0.

General Aloys Patterson, Jolie's state-mandated Primal partner, publicly paying a colossal fine just to annul the

tility. For a fleeting second, the sorrow threatened to drown her own consciousness. No, she told herself, her mental voice sharp and unyielding. I cannot be swallowed by this despair. Her era is over, and now it is mine. I will not die tremb

marble echoed from the hallway. Someone was ap

antly let her muscles go slack, closing her eyes and s

ent of expensive, synthetic roses flooded the r

lvet-gloved hand reached out, gently pattin

der, perfectly playing the role of the traumatized, discarded

ed in her eyes before she masked it with a sickeningly sweet smile. "Drink this, sweetheart. It's a port

tency of a standard soothing agent; it was thick, almost syrupy, with a faint, iridescent sheen. Combined with the flash

o soothe her. She was

ting the thick liquid slide into Jolie's mouth. The moment it hit her tongue, Jolie pressed the back o

en smiled in satisfaction. She stood up, grabbing Jolie by the upper arm and hauling he

over, her free hand coming up to muffle the sound, and seamlessly spat the entir

of the lounge and toward the VIP stealth elevat

body press heavily against Catina's side. Through the glass, Jolie's eyes darted a

hallway. Catina half-dragged, half-carried Jolie to the double

against the scanner. The lock clicked green. The door cracked open, revealin

as a low, guttural, wet breath. The sou

slammed agai

r General, but in his feral, drug-addled state, his memory of the encounter would be completely wiped. When the authorities eventually found the gruesome aftermath, Catina would simply weep for the cameras and blame

arted out, her fingers slipping seamlessly into the pocket of Catina's jacket. She pinched t

ina planted both hands on Jolie's b

lder, rolling onto the thick carpet to abs

out a cold, venomous laugh. "

shut. The electronic lock enga

trapped in