The Disguised Heiress And Her Obsessive Tycoon

rough the thin soles of

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nd her, followed by a st

nting heavily, his heavy boots scraping against the pavement, but he kept his heavy ri

arching cadence she had learned during her private equestrian and orienteering t

vernight live stream was quiet. Only

screen. They called her crazy. The

olled off the hills, soaking Anabelle's jeans up to her knees. Her

in front of a ruste

the darkness of her mind, a high-resolution map of the fifty-mile comm

steady. She took a sharp right tu

ck black smoke billow

wind had shifted, blowing the toxic smoke directl

d noticed the empty

e smoothed his hair back, his chest puffing out. "I knew the trailer

ross the country logged in, fueled by Kody's arro

ut away from Ko

le. She was standing at the e

ire body weight against a concrete lig

past the glowing neon signs and headed for a lar

ded fast-food napkin that had blown against the curb. She bent down, picked it up, and flattened it again

er hands into

essages flooded the screen, calling he

d. Her fingers moved quickly, pushing asi

foun

umpled copy of yesterday's

pages with the precision of a hawk. She ripped out the glossy, b

nd shoved them deep into her front pocket. She to

sive red CVS Pharmacy sign glowi

omeless men were asleep on a nearb

sat down cross-legged on the cold concrete, press

ms around her knees, pulling them tight to her chest. Her teeth

uorescent lights inside th

ked toward the front doors, a ri

f her jeans. In a fraction of a second, th

hed it open, jumping back slightly whe

a bright, flawless, Am

le said, her voice dri

her pocket. She stepped through the sliding doors,