The Jilted Heiress And Her Karmic Revenge

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engine tore through t

its brakes, skidding to a halt mere inches f

ck, her fingers slipping into her pock

mped out. He wore a faded flannel shirt covered in drywall dust and s

Alice, the harshness vanished. His p

voice trembling. He said her

, sifting through

third uncle. A c

f the estate swung open. Richard Wallace stor

wrinkling in disgust as he

my driveway," Richard spat

Alice's arms. The sleeves of her hospital gown had slipped

d at his sides. The knuckles popped loudly, one by one. The

of here," Ric

d forward, shoving his h

on the ground. With a violent surge of raw, physical strength, he shoved the two-hundred-pound man ba

d in with a si

ace draining of color. "I'm call

d slowly. He took on

growled, his voice so low

out and gently tugged on the roug

eave," she s

's face instantly. He looked down at h

e door open, and furiously scrubbed the already clean s

of the gates, pointing

ce shrieked. "Go on! Leave wi

ck at Candice. Her eyes were completely dead, loo

," Alice s

o the high cabi

ed around to the driver's side, shoo

e gas pedal, intentionally blowing a massive cloud of thick bla

erged onto

edibly nervous. He quickly reached out and snapped off the static-fil

d pulled out a squished, plastic-

face flushing red. "I didn't

't feel disgust. She felt a stran

r at him. Her

n's neck was a thick, pulsing

"The Morrows are just blue-collar folks, Alice. We

stic wrapper and took a

aid, chewing slowly. "I'm

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