Reborn Heiress: Escaping The Billionaire's Cage

buzzing sound was like a nail, driving hard into her skull. A breath stuck in the throat, producing a rough, damp sound with the smell of rust, along w

his is a private suite on the top floor of New York Presbyterian Hospital. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan's skyline appears as a blurred

amily. She prayed for her family. But the woman who walked in was Belinda Melton-her best friend, a forme

swept over Sloan's broken body, a glimmer of victory flickered in her eyes-sharp and cold, like

scream. But all that came out was a dry, hoarse hiss.

voice, turning into a conspiratorial whisper. "The

ied smile appeared on her perfectly painted lips. "You don't really think that

an's already batter

she examined her manicures. "Colleen Austin found the man. For

usted two people in the world. A chok

you're blocking the way. Braxton and Me ...... We fell in love. I was pregnant with his child. She paused, letting the weight of thos

ldhood. The pain in her chest did not come from a

the role of the revealer of cruel truths. "And your parents?" Y

tered world began to

weather. "Taking money to drive them out of the streets. This way, the Duke family could

n's mind. Her family. Her entire family disappeared. It wasn't an accident, but a premeditated mu

Sloan's pale skin. "Oh, one more thing. Your husband. The great Julian Va

time, a man in a stern black suit entered, wearing a p

etely emotionless. "On behalf of Mr. Vanderbilt-Astor, I am serving you these divorce papers. He has agreed

harp edges of the paper seemed to be mocking her. That cold and

nse, so pure, burning away all the pain-surged and churned within her. If she survives. If she could get anoth

hen falls silent. The jagged lines on the scre

floating above the bed and room, plung

s o

r, it

like a huge hook hooking

lling her lungs. Her eyes snapped open. She wasn't choked

r was filled with the scents of white tea and ginger-her favorite scents. She was

r legs are strong and steady. She raised a hand and flipped it over. It was perfect: sl

of the room and stood in fro

ace of an eighteen-year-old girl-cheeks full of youth, eyes cl

gertips touching her smooth cheek.

bbing pain spread

am. This is neith

still alive. And she