No More Submission: The Heiress Strikes Back

eeded her

alked back into the penthouse. The air inside th

imself a heavy glass of neat whiskey. Eleni was slumpe

ked on the marble floor, Alon s

scension. "Did you take a walk outside and realize you can't e

kept walking, heading straight for

ike breaking glass. "You are going to explain yourse

ny st

scanned the space, she caught a glimpse of movement in the shadows near

on the armchair opposite Eleni, gracefully crossing her leg

ce chillingly calm. "I wasn't even info

er's bloodshot eyes. She threw out a

ision to let Fall

ass. His mind flashed back to last night. Fallon had begged him to let her hand

her father's eyes. A cold, pre

, her tone shifting into that of

mass-produced wines," Harmony stated flatly. "She only drinks from a

elf on being a socialite, missing a detail that could have se

ond to recover. She pressed he

er voice rising slightly, "a properly educated woman k

ard Alon, her eyes locki

like a desperate door-to-door salesman? Did she shove her ha

e remembered Fallon frantically trying to hand out compliments to the heirs

ced right through the family's delusion, exp

down at her parents wi

ging with finality. "You brought a ticking time bomb who doesn't

e turned a sickly shade of white.

ll, antique marble stat

with a deafening, violent crash. The sta

g room whipped their

large, trembling tears. She hunched her shoulders, defaulting to the

d, her voice shaking violently. "I didn't know

lower-class innocence. But right now, with the sting of the Hamptons hu

irst time, he looked at his adopted daughter not w

ddenly, the girl looked entirely out of place in their m

parents' eyes. The seed of doubt had bee

on the wreckage, walked down the hall, entered

dead silence. Fallon's loud, wet sobs e

rt Fallon, but Conner raised a hand, wavin

d dangerous. "Call the best etiquette ag