The Vengeful Heiress's Deal With The Devil

of the hemp rope bit in

air, her muscles screaming in protest. Th

slid down her trembling fingertips and dripped onto th

the far end of the room. The sharp, rhythmic click

rought you back to New Yor

w light. She wore a pristine, white Chanel tw

red blood vessels, locked onto the approaching figur

aitlynn's mother led her mother down a nightmare path, ultimately resulting in

after eighteen years in the Rust Belt. The fake warm

heart, wanting to make up for all those yea

d, naive, hungry for a fami

ched across her perfectly glossed lips. She squatted down grace

bank," Caitlynn stated, her nails diggin

, horrifying clarity washing over

t, delighted laugh escaped her throat. She released Br

leaning in slightly. "Your mother didn't

tic scream tore out

inst the concrete, the legs scraping loudly as she threw her entire bo

her nose wrinkling in disgust as d

out a silk handkerchief. She meticulously wipe

aised a hand and gave a sharp,

stepped forward. He carri

e air, splashing onto the concrete and soaking the legs of Brea's ch

her eyes never left Caitlynn. She stared with

from her pocket. She struck a matc

with malice. "A tragic fire leaving you with third-degree burns and in a comatose state wil

ynn tossed the burning mat

A wall of orange fire erupted, instantl

k of her shoes faded as she walked ou

on her arms began to blister and crack. The agoni

ip until the metallic taste

o her skin, Brea swore a silent, bloody oath. If t

her lungs. Her

h desperate, anguished eyes-rushing toward her through the flames. She couldn't hear h