Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge

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ing to the light with a mechanical precision that did not belong

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oor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Central Park

but they were disjointed. A woman named Elease Finch. A life

ngertips traced the rough, raised texture of

eration that usually defined Elease Finch were gone,

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said. He didn't look at her fa

table and tossed it onto the bed. It sl

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itle was bold and centered:

nd walked toward the window, keeping his bac

head. She analyzed the threat lev

ransaction, not a gift. "It's a fee for your silence. Enough for you to go upstate, buy a sm

stripping away the fluff to find the core data. Non-disclosure agreemen

he residue of the original host's feelings. Eleas

t emotion instantly

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p made a sharp click as she pulled it of

expected tears. He had expected beggin

ht," he said, his eyes narrowing. "I know you, Eleas

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and aggressive. It looked nothing like the round, hes

ed it back toward him. It land

folder, then at he

read the alimony

t the weakness in her muscles-this body had been sedent

im toward the lar

," she said. Her voice was rasp

ft. The woman standing before the mirror was holding hers

egain his footing. "You have no skills. You have no

the eyes. Her gaze was dark, empty of affection, empty

" she said softly. "I

. It was an irrational reaction. This

er. "Leave everything I bought you. T

cold curve of her lips t

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