Reborn Heiress: The CEO's Revenge Bride

the room wa

with wet concrete. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor to her left was

he movement cost her e

rile hospital light. He looked impeccable, as if he were dressed for a gala rather t

sitor's chair, crossing her legs. She stared at her shoes.

cern, the same expression he used when a waiter brought the wrong wine. He rea

aggressive. But we expected that, didn't we?

eam. She wanted to tear the IVs from her arms and strangle him.

't struggle, sis. It speeds up the heart rate. W

is jacket pocket. He held it u

pered, leaning close to her ear. "Or at

ntic, high-pitched warning. Cleora's vision beg

ent said. He kissed her forehead. His lips

-her mother's car twisted around a tree, her sketchbooks missing

he sensatio

ng of death. It was a viol

r lungs expanding

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over and over. No IV marks. No yellow tinge of jaundice. She pressed her fingers to her abdomen, where the dull, constant ache of he

he lesions were gone. She looked at her hands

. The floor moved beneath

ital. She was in a s

he wall glowed red: Ju

ily Annual C

was

had killed her moments ago. She gripped the edge of the dr

s the miracle, a sound

billowed out, carrying the s

walk

s hips. Water droplets clung to the dark hair on h

oo

yes, black as oil

ct from her previous life kicked

. He was a predator, but a boardroom predator, not a back-alley thug. His gaze swept the room, catalog

t. He tapped the screen. A moment later, two men in sharp, discreet su

m detains you for corporate espionage," he said. His voice was a low rumble, devoid of heat

t know him. Not personally. But she ha

te Pen

one who used lawyers and security details instead of te