Rising From The Deep: The Heiress's Wrath

Years

nternational Airport slid open, and

linded a normal person. The paparazzi were swarming, shouting names, jostlin

waiting for

epped out in

ollar popped to frame her face. Her eyes were hidden behind oversized b

crowd flow around her

girl who begged for love. The woman standing

ugged at the h

e a miniature navy suit and a white shirt, looking like a tiny corporate execut

r son. Her reaso

ise, and entirely devoid of childish wonder. He glanced at the screamin

smoothed his dark hair. "Be nice,

ng at them. "Who is that?" he whispered to his collea

ring her sunglasses just an inch. Her eyes, cold

fro

. It was a graceful, commanding gesture. A porte

particularly aggressive cameraman tri

ns hood. She didn't push; she just

r voice was velvet wrap

looking startled. "Sorry, lad

something els

door opened, and a man in a sharp grey suit steppe

darling," Felix drawled

eavy door thudded shut, cutting off the noise of the air

hing is set. The apartment, the bank accounts

dn't open it. Her gaze w

he skyline of Cloud City. It was a city of glass

billboard loomed

holding a rescue puppy. The text read: Calla Mcgowan: Phila

turned white. Her breath hitched in her throat, a physical

py," Ivy said,

efully. "And rich. And engaged. The we

a dry, humorless sou

, stopped. He reached over and placed his

oted. "Calm down, Mother. A

his father's, whoever that was-were filled

pped open a compact mirror and checked her reflection. Perfec

she whispered, snapp

the city approach

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