Reborn Heiress: Reclaiming My Monster Billionaire

her face, pressing the pads of her fingers against her cheeks. The skin

ng a cheap, neon pink sequined slip dress

snort came from

head sna

curled into a sneer. His eyes raked over her cheap dress with undisguised disgust. He looked

the sun visor above her head. She pulled

tared bac

o light for her skin. Her eyes were ringed in heavy, smudged black eyeliner. Her lips we

to her brain with the f

e was brought back from the trailer park to

s mask on her face and handed her this trashy dress, telling her it was the height of high-society fashion. Ginny, desperate to fit in, had believed her. She had walked in

s inward. Her manicured nails dug so deeply into her pa

nditioned oxygen deep into her lungs. She held it for three seconds, then let it out slowly. She pushed the burning rag

was gone. Her dark irises were fla

her knuckles hard against the b

ahead," Ginny said. Her voice was l

ed his eyes. "Can't do it. Madam Anjanette is

inches from the back of his seat. She let the aura she had cultivated over t

ing an octave, carrying the weight of an

ly authoritative. It didn't make sense for a trailer park rat to sound like a seasoned CEO. A sudden, icy chill shot down his spine. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. He looked in the mirror again. The girl in the back seat l

its own. He presse

hing on the gravel as it pulled off Highway 1

complete stop before Ginny

re pinched her toes, but she didn't stumble. She slammed the car door s

his palm. He cursed under his breath, wondering why th

of the women's restroom. The smell of

steel sinks. She shoved her hands under the

he freezing water up, and splas

nto her fingers. She rubbed her hands together and scrubbed her face. She dug her fing

stainless steel basin tur

three times until

om the dispenser. She pressed it aga

towel and looked

ed raw, slightly pink from the friction, but it