The Vengeful Heiress: Claiming Her Billionaire

egs, still held a faint warmth that wasn't her own. A subtle, expensive scent of sandalwood and something uniquely him cl

nder, deliberate mark of his teeth. On a nearby chair, a man's custom suit jacket was draped carelessly. Loro Piana. The fabri

er eyes were sharp, alert, the eyes of a predator. But her skin-the pale expanse of her neck and shoulders-was a canvas of faint red marks, evidence o

lit up with a number she knew by heart but had never saved. She walked back to the bed, the co

oo late." Her voice was a low rasp, thick with

a sound that vibrated right through her. "Just maki

hanks to you, I almost did. I feel like I've been hit by a truck."

burn Le said, his voice smooth as

having him here when she woke up for real... She remembered his last words as he'd dressed in the pre-dawn darkness. "I'll handle eve

ioning my ability to get on a plane by myself?

eam waiting for you at the penthouse. As compensatio

rner of her mouth twitched upwards. "I

ze fell to her tablet on the nightstand. She picked it up, her movements now precise and devoi

looking every bit the innocent debutante. Around her neck, a cascade of brilliant blue sapp

as the "Star of the Ocean." It had been a gift from her mother, meant for Aislinn on

a final, frustrating reminder of the night's intensity. She walked to her suitcase and pulled out

ad woken up in that bed. Her red lipstick was a slash of defiance. Her sunglasses hid any trace of e

eet her gaze. He bowed his head slightly, intimidated by the sheer force o

ng home. And it was ti