The Genius Heiress Plays The Fool

living room felt like a pres

ined her expensive makeup. Elizabet paced the floor in front of her, her heels clicking aggressivel

shouted, pointing a trembling finger at Georgiann. "

me like a rabid dog! If I hadn't mov

the physical assault and her documented cognitive impairment, we have prepared the annulment papers.

w, crushing the expensive down feathers inside. A cold sweat broke out across the back of her neck. She w

hand. Click. Clack. The metal lid snapped open and shut. The sound was the only th

on's voice was a low, vibr

ng. "This is for your

and took a threatening step toward Georgian

n't entirely fake. The memory of Frank's rough hands, the feeling of being trapp

llow. Her hands flew up to grip her own hair.

cushions. Her eyes rolled back slightly, losing all focus. Tears poured down h

ac

's hand warped under the sudde

urged forward with terrifying speed. The metal footrests rammed hard i

h hands, his broad shoulders blocking Georgiann from the rest of the roo

survival instinct took over. She lunged off the sofa and crashed

he sobbed, burying her wet face into his neck

e beating of her heart against his ribs. Slowly, his large hand

et and Gillian. The pure, unadulterated murder

dripping with venom. "Did she attack you,

her mouth, but n

the bank. Freeze every trust fund a

he floor. "You can't do

re confined to the East Estate. If you step out

you have a problem with how I handle my wi

o push him when he looked like this. She grabbed Gillian by the arm

lent, save for Georgi

ad stopped. He felt a slight shift

eorgiann was staring up at him. The panic was gone.

ing a game. But why? And for what purpose? His grip on her back tightened, but he didn't push her away.