The Betrayed Heiress: Rising From Ashes

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. Standing in the middle of the New York pentho

hands grabbing Charlene's arms, dragging her across the m

smelled like bleach and rubbing alcohol. She swallowe

y legs to move. One

popping in the quiet room. She picked up the metal clipboa

d out the

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of the discharge papers. She signed her nam

al clipboard back

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oom and stepped into th

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the long corridor,

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into her bones. Her fingers tightened around the handles of h