The Genius Heiress Returns For Vengeance

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cles seized violently against the heavy iron chains binding her to

blood bag, watching the dark red liquid fill the tu

a mobile blood bank,

tightened until her ribs ached, but she could not spea

nose with a pristine white handkerchief.

rable," Bryton mutt

ancé. Her stomach dropped. A hollow ache spread through

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didn't die of a heart attack. My father poison

reme fury flooded her veins. She thrashed against the metal chair. The iron

e swore to herself, feeling the last beat of her heart, that

emitted a long,

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sat up so fast her head spun. Cold sweat dr

bbed frantically over the skin. It was smo

per and leaking pipes. She looked around. The cramped space, th

Rust Belt. The place she l

. She gripped the edges of the cracked sink and stared into the mirr

ashed over her face. The freezing temperatur

before the Fernandez family would send a car to bring her back t

ed in her throat. Annette pulled back

istorted her reflection. Her dark eyes

r emergencies, and a small, metal lockbox. Inside the lockbox was a heavy black metal key engraved with a silver iris flower-the key to her mother's safety deposi

She gathered her long, dark hair and tied it into a tight, high ponytail. She shoved the cash, passport,

the smell of industrial exhaust. She

hone. She dropped a quarter into the s

to Manhattan," Annette said

a mechanical

three men stepped out from the alley. They

rl?" the tallest one asked. He

s his hand touched her jacket, she grabbed his wri

k echoed in

broken arm. The other two men froze, their eyes wide wi

She adjusted her ponytail and kept wa

in the back row of the waiting area. The bitter liquid

hat was why he brought her back. She had to get to th

and walked to the very back seat. She sat by the wind

roads of the Rust Belt tu

morning sun was reflecting off the glass skyscrap

bus. She looked up at the towering buildings