The Genius Heiress Plays The Fool

voice was a low, vicious hiss. His thick ha

ar door latch. The fabric tore with a loud rip that

She kept her head down. Her fingernails dug violently into the soft flesh of her palms. The sharp sting of

of the estate, the air condition

rought a manicured hand up to cover her nose, her face twisting

on his broad shoulders. His posture was rigid. His long, pale fingers tapped a slow, rhythmic beat agai

uddenly ill, Mrs. Moreno. A terrible fever. But Georgiann is

hat you bring us? A broken thing? Do you think the

the foyer, heavier and more suffocating than any sound. He didn't raise his voice, but

ken quietly, but they

ing, he lunged forward and grabbed Georgiann's arm. His grip bru

ed her

As she passed the heavy mahogany coffee table, she angled her foot.

anished. She pitched forward, falling d

ked in. He raised his a

e fabric at her waist, his body froze. A

a scent that had haunted his darkest, bloodiest nightmares for years.

st the cold, stiff fabric of his suit trousers. She could hear

er large, clear eyes, staring at him with th

of red blood and shattered glass exploded behind his eyes. A sharp p

, rushed forward. "Apologies, sir."

Charlton's voice wa

red at her son in absolute shock. He never let anyone

cross his face. "If the young master doesn't mind

emained glued to the girl on his lap. His

ntly suppressed it, returning to her blank stare. Her small, pale hand

t be serious!" Eliz

s were dead, carrying a silent, lethal warning.

He turned and practically ran out the fron

shut. The foyer fell int

knuckles were white. The grip was desperate. A strange, heavy sen

s and looked up. "Alistair.

et. Georgiann let out a soft whimper. She dragged her feet, twisting her bo

s made his stomach twist. He waved his hand i

d Georgiann up the gra

he turned her head and looked down at the foyer. Charlton was

m Georgiann's face. Her eyes darkened

of his trousers where her cheek had rested. His fingers tre