Rising From The Deep: The Heiress's Wrath

g onto a life that was already slipping away. Ivy Hogan pushed open the heavy oak doors to the master suite, her fingers trembling against th

is was supposed to be the moment that changed everything. The moment th

n. The air was thick, suffocating. It smelled of expensive scotch an

led out, her voice

Braeden Randall stood there, a silhouette against the sliver of light bleeding through the drape

didn't feel. She reached into her pocket, h

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e low, venomo

They were bloodshot, manic, filled with a hatred so pure it stole th

, what's

r. He just thre

paper sliced against her lower lip as it fell, a stinging, precise pain. Ivy flinched, her hand fl

envelope, scattering acr

clouding her vision. Her hands shook

oked exactly like her-same hair, same profile, same dress-walking into a seedy motel

ed. She looked up at him, her eye

shattered the silence of the room. He crossed

bruising force. He forced her head up, making her look at

told me everything. How you sneak out at night. How you meet h

s spilling over her lashes. "I've neve

ing backward onto the carpet. He looked down at her

and on his trousers. "I actually thought y

flat stomach. The secret she carried suddenly felt heavy, dangerous.

wasn't the silence of shock or joy. It was t

augh bubbled up from his chest-a cold, h

stupid? You sleep with a whore-monger

d frantically. "It's yours! It's

of your filth,"

polished dress shoe. Instinct took over. She curled into a ball, wrapp

" she s

ed with sicke

. The force of it lifted her off the ground. Ivy was

the glass coffee

gh the thin fabric of her white dress, digging into the flesh of

compared to the sharp, blinding cra

ing inside her had

mming with black spots. A terrifying warmth spread between her l

s trembling as she reached down. H

d at the blood spreading around her. Ther

up," he muttered

his cufflinks in the mirror as if he

Get out of my house before I

heavy oak doors, no

toward him, dragging her bleeding body over the glass, leaving a

r click

oaked carpet. The last thing she felt before the darkness t