The Discarded Heiress Returns

omfort; it was about calibrating a weapon. Every calorie wa

elry Eleanor had "returned." The dealer's offer was an insult-pennies on the dollar-but Evelyn didn't blin

he was different. New clothes, a razor-sharp hair

scanning Evelyn's shopping bags with a mi

hout a word,"

k-out procedure for prisoners," Ev

you get t

anted me to keep them, you shouldn't have m

as already walking away toward the c

ed the d

stop

te-had been rubbed into the

nto the hallway, her voice dropping to a conversational,

top of the stairs, clutching her designer lapd

you talking abou

her gaze boring into her sister unt

snapped, stepping between them.

as 'sick' as you all claim I am, then you should be very careful abo

logical. Eleanor flinched, an instinc

a happy expression; it

rs spoke around Evelyn as if she w

pointedly not looking at Evelyn. "Stay in your room. Do

ilted her head. "Am I a

e ans

velyn was finishing her rehabilitative run. "Ma'am... Mi

froze

th' the Carters projected. The moment she saw Evelyn, she ran, her h

Not from the hug, but from the sheer shock

red, her voice thick with tea

ris shouted from the terrace

Evelyn's. "You're saying that about her while standing in the

lyn's hand. "We'

he silence wa

e. She explained the switch-the way she had been the 'wrong' target, an

ite on the steering whe

corrected. "I was inconve

ll away from the scars. She gripped Evelyn's forearm. "I don't bel

t in her chest lo

buzzed. A text. A

orcing me into a blind date. If I don't g

The pattern of rot was e

ha

ne and trapped. I

uys silence. Nora pointed through the window toward a man sitting alone. Short hai

en H

laugh. It wasn't amusement; it wa

him?" No

r handle. "He's the doctor who told my family I was clea

ened t

the 'good doctor'