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Too Late, I Am The Real Heiress

Too Late, I Am The Real Heiress

Author: Quent Prisco
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1117    |    Released on: Today at 16:06

severance agreement scraped agains

check for five hundred thousand dollars rested on top. The sound of the paper sliding stopped

sed hard against her index finger, the nail digging into the skin until it turne

eaned back in the custom leather sofa, his posture radiatin

the supply chain injection," Evan said. His voice was flat, practiced. "I have to m

er eyelashes, forcing her breathing to shallow out. She let her shoulders droop, playing into

closing the distance between them. He raised hi

f her throat, but she kept her feet planted. She let h

ibrating against her face. "I will still take care of you. I can set you

he knot of his silk tie. She traced the smooth fabric,

er?" Adeline whispered, keepin

sfied sigh escaped his lips

f the company, Adeline.

sudden, violent jerk, she yanked the unknotted tie d

backward, his knees hitting the edge of the heavy oak-f

ock. He planted his hands on t

with terrifying speed. She whipped the ends of the silk tie around the carved wooden armrest and

iction of the silk burned against his n

doing?" Evan barked,

x on the table and wiped her palms. She balled the tissue u

lights caught the watermark. Then, she ripped it straight down the middle. She tore

r, the veins in his neck bul

t the armrest. "You will not survive a week out th

gital keypad of the wall safe glowed blue. She punched in the six-digi

ck stacks of unmarked hundred-dollar bills. Two hundred thousand dollars in illegal cash,

e chair, his breat

he police! Tha

face completely blank. She raised her hand and patted his c

er. "Explain to the IRS why you have two hundred thousand

s face, leaving him a sickly gray. He stared at he

left wrist. She unclasped the Patek

, snapping his teet

apped him across the face. The cr

welled at the corner of his mouth. He blinked,

-thousand-dollar watch into

invoice for eight

designer dresses Evan had bought her. She pulled a worn, beig

ion cracking his voice. "I will sign the deed to the

off the smart lock panel. She pressed and held the reset

tched tone sign

hilled, conditioned air of the hallway rushed in, blowing her hair bac

van's screaming. She walked down the long, carpeted hallway

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