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Return Of The Lethal Unwanted Heiress

Chapter 4

Word Count: 827 | Released on: Today at 16:33

inic door let out a p

and rubbing alcohol hitting her lungs. She walked straight do

His white hair was a mess. When he saw her, the dee

eavy jacket, tossing it onto a plastic chair. She rolled up

her skin was pulsing with

k. He pressed the metal tip hard against her carotid artery. He

his voice shaking with anger. "Your core temp is lethal. Yo

ty. "I'm going back to Aethelgard.

f Aethelgard... one of your old contacts from Langley sent a ghost signal. He intercepted

oom instantly dr

iolent aura exploded from her body. Her ch

stair's hand before he could even offer

d, her voice a low, terrifying rasp

ockbox and pulled out a glass vial filled with a glowin

re dying," he

den pocket inside her jacket. She turned and wa

open, stepping out into

sion caught a fla

he end of the street, half-hidden in the shadow of a

es locked onto t

pull at the corner of

slow, deliberate steps straight across the stre

n his chest. His hand instinctively dropped to his wa

ommanded from the back

the roof of the car. She leaned down, putting her face in

Pierce, locking eyes w

n said, her voice dripping with boredom. "That

and froze on his gun. That

st. "And that slight bulge under your left lapel? Secret

of an inch. His heart gave a ha

tone mocking. "You only find that specific soil composition near Quanti

ht, slapping the ro

s in my town," she sne

relaxed, completely unbothered by the fact that she

hroat dry. "Who the hell is

his ears. A dark, obsessive heat flared in his chest. "Spies

buzzed in his hand. He

t from his intel

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owly twisted the black ring on his pinky finger.

Washington," Graham or

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“Allison was hiding in a dusty small-town garage, working as a mechanic to suppress the lethal, experimental serum freezing her veins. But a call from her estranged, wealthy father shattered her peace. He threatened to permanently freeze her dead mother's trust fund if she didn't return to the family estate immediately. That trust fund held the only key to the truth behind her past and her survival. When she stepped into the sprawling mansion in her faded hoodie, her family treated her like a stray dog. Her stepmother mocked her cheap clothes, and her half-brother called her a piece of trash. Her father tossed a vocational school enrollment form at her, telling her to learn to sew so they could marry her off to anyone desperate enough. Her perfect, porcelain-doll stepsister Gwyneth even deliberately smashed a glass of boiling milk against her own leg. "Why did you push me?!" Gwyneth screamed, crying tears of fake terror to frame Allison. "You vicious bitch! You're just as sick as your mother!" her father roared, raising his hand to strike her. They looked at her with absolute disgust, thinking she was just a stupid, uncultured hick they could easily manipulate and destroy. They had no idea that the girl standing before them was a lethal operative who already possessed all their offshore tax ledgers and darkest secrets. Allison easily caught her father's wrist mid-air, her grip like a steel vice. "I'm not going to a trade school," she whispered coldly, ripping the form into pieces. "I am going to Crestwood Academy." It was time to take back everything that belonged to her, with interest.”