The Jilted Heiress's Secret Revenge

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of gravity dropping without apparent effort. The opener sliced through empty air

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n't be medicated or massaged away. Her fingers spasmed open. The letter opener hit the marb

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r knee rose to meet the incoming mass of Chloe's torso. The connection was sol

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h opening and closing in silence-no air remaining to scream with. Her face

rist. The limb fell,

e of a single breath. Giselle's struggles had ceased, her body gone limp in Evelyn's gr

's arm

iselle's body arced, struck the glass coffee table, and the surface surrendered. Shards erupte

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e carpet with a sound like chewing ice. She squatted, her coat pooling around her, and seized Giselle's hair

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blood and shock. Evelyn's other hand rose, open palm, an

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the glass with the boneless grace of the truly defeated. Her cheek was already sw

found Giselle's ear, her breat

e whispered, "

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, pain following close behind. Her hand found a shard of glass, long as a d

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she rose anyway, the glass clutched in her fist, her eyes f

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boredom, exhaustion, the impatience of

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metry of violence. The heel of her shoe-Italian leather, steel-reinforced, engineered for exactly this kind of transf

ds. Crac

eft the

the wall with an impact that shook the framed photographs there. She slid, leaving a sme

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of her mouth, bright and ob

at. The room was silent now, truly silent,