Reborn And Remade: Escaping The Cold CEO

s throat, sharp and rag

seemed to mock her. A wave of nausea rolled through her, the kind that came

a dull, heavy pul

inst her bare skin. She was naked. A cold dread, sharp as ice, slid down her spine.

The air in her lun

ng through water,

the king-sized b

arp and unforgiving even in sleep. Black hair, a stro

ic Ba

carried to her grave. The man who had destroyed he

k sheets, his presence-it all blurred into a single,

atening to buckle. She snatched a plush white robe from a nearby chair, pulling

that overlooked the glittering expanse of Port Sterling. The Grand Hyatt

inimalist desk, a digital cloc

da

day she had finally bled out on a cold, concrete fl

a lightning bolt, splitting her mind in two. This wasn't h

Industries filed for bankruptcy, his face a mask of grey despair. Her brother, Caleb, his car a mangled wreck of steel and gl

iluted, coiled in her stomach like a living thing. Her fingernails dug i

hadn't moved. His breathing was dee

she rem

, missing after a yacht party. It was Seraphina Vance, the city's darling, who had

the sea. He was

ckening truth bl

ater. The desperate struggle, her arms burning as she towed a dead weight th

d save

t snake, Seraphina, had slithered in and taken t

fresh wave of nausea

the thick carpet. He was completely vulnerable, his

of her father's pride, shattered into a million pieces. She tho

mbling with the fo

into the palm of her hand. She swung wit

y loud, a clean, sharp crack that e

ac

leep. A low groan escaped his li

r hand numb from the impact. But beneath the pain,

would never be enough

a chilling clarity. She had to get out. Now. Befo

ed over a sofa. Her movements were swift, efficient. As she p

let her mother had given her for he

arpet, the sofa cushions, the bedside table-empty. Time was ru

f her hand. When she looked up again, her reflection in the dark window showed a strang

open, pausing on the threshold for

it would be

nife. She would protect her family. She would

ould make