The Unwanted Heiress And Her Dangerous Alpha

with a mechanical shriek, like the beast had finally s

king her narrow her eyes. The air smelled of hot asphalt and exhaust, bu

la folder. He extended his arm, handing it over. Inside were her rele

es lingering on her face. He had seen hundreds of inmates walk out these doors

to register under when she took the fall, the only identity she had left now that the Coopers had stripped her of theirs. It was the physical proof she

rom the defeated slump the original host carried into a rigid,

ssued shoes clicked sharply against the pavement. Each ste

e, parked diagonally across the yellow li

y clothes with absolute, unfiltered disgust. That look-the curled lip, the cold superiority-it was exactly the same expression he

car. He crossed his arms over his

in snapped. "I have better things

t lower her head. Her eyes, cold and dead, locked onto his face. The desperate,

neck. He swallowed hard, adjusting his silk tie to shake off t

Cooper family is only taking you back because Mom and Dad don't want th

p closer, tow

t. "You're just Isabel Jensen now. Out here, you'

sound vibrated in her chest. It was sharp

er voice flat and devoid of any warmth, "than step

ulged against his collar. He was not used to this tone. The old I

ard. His large hand reached out, aiming to grab her

. Her nerve reflexes, honed by years of extreme gen

er right hand shot up, slapping his reaching h

hoed across the e

hest, his mouth falling open in sheer shock. The physical speed

d, recovering his voice. "She cries every night! You

e fake sister made a cold knot of

r eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "I a

into his suit jacket and pulled ou

is chest heaving. "I will leave you to starve on th

r index and middle finger. She held his gaze-steady, unblinking-and then, slowly, deliberately, she loose

hange," she

deep, heavy purr of a V12 engine vibr

the parking lot. It pulled up directly behind th

out. He wore a pristine, tailored chauffeur

invisible. He stopped directly in front of Isabe

carrying clearly over the idling engine.

The red flush drained from his

door of the Maybach. The scent of rich leather

he luxurious cabin. S

, leaving Kadin standing frozen next to his d