Reborn Heiress: Escaping Her Traitorous Fiancé

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ned me in place. I flinched, raising a dirty arm to

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t somehow still immaculate. He was flanked by two of his pa

e my stomach churn. The phantom pain in my chest flared, the m

eroic embrace. "Thank God, you're safe!" he cri

away, his arms abou

tending to be vanished. My eyes hardened into chips of ice

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cheek was explosively loud in the quiet

Five angry red finger marks instantly bloomed on his hands

in unison. Their flashlight beams

, where the shadows seemed to gather a little too thickly. Damien was still

flash of pure, murderous rage crossed his eyes before it was expertly replaced by

eyes filled with tears, real tears of rage and rem

pointed a trembling finger at his chest. "Do you have an

ammered, reaching for my arm to try an

ison. "You don't care!" I screamed, backing a

poiled, irrational, petulant heiress. Every word

ce but to absorb my abuse. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and placating, though I could s

iping at my tears with the back o

all off the

his face. His entire plan, his years of scheming to get his h

knee in the mud, his expensive coat forgotten, and grabbed the hem of my torn dress

y feet like a dog, and a wave of triumphant, vengeful ple

fit to be my Alpha," I sneered. "Y

primal fear darting across his eyes. His gaze flicked nervously toward the tree line, toward the deep shadows where the rustling had come from, but he saw nothing. He proba

to physically drag me toward the waiting SUV. "Le

inst his grip. The bodyguards just stood

, muddy foot. He grunted in pain, his grip loosening for a fr

finality. "Unless you can give me something to prove you're

I had set

ned, furious face, stalked to the nearest SUV, wre

pression. I leaned back against the plush leather seat, a slow, cold s