Reborn Heiress: The Tyrant's Secret Obsession

sliced through the night, but Br

g down at the fresh granite tombstone. It had onl

n name on the wet stone. Her pale, see-through fingertips passed

lt an overwhelming surge of helplessness, a bitter realization that she

She felt Keifer's hands-the hands she had held a

s. Fabiola's mocking laughter echoed in her ears, the sound of her adopted s

ne roared in

ness of the cemetery. Bryn's head snapped up. Her

aggressively outside t

ouldered figure stepped straight into the thi

light illuminated his sharp jawli

c Hutc

he tyrant of her high school, the boy who made it his m

ause to mourn. He didn't bow his head. He walked to th

to know if he hated her so much t

er drowned out h

tal blade violently into the fresh turf in front of her headst

k. His chest heaved with every bruta

f the shovel, but her body phased right through his solid forear

tly styled black hair was plastered to his forehead i

the concrete burial vaul

ng water. He didn't care about the filth. He used his bare hands to

d seeped from under his fingernails, drippin

etely paralyzed by the sight of his self-mutilation.

arms bulged against his skin. With a guttural grunt

nto the dark hole, soaking the co

ng. He stared down at the metal container, his

She waited for him to grab the urn and dum

. He slumped forward, his body hi

ater. He touched the metal urn with a sickeningly gentle h

inst his chest. He wrapped his arms around the cold metal,

of his throat. The sound was so broken it

school. Was he crying tears of joy? Did he hate her so deeply that her death brought him this much overwhelming relief? The

ears poured from his eyes, mixing with the rain and falling

ull of cruel mockery, were now hollowed out by a world