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A Dangerous Bride for the Mad Heir

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 845    |    Released on: Today at 18:18

stared at each other a

remnants of the toxins, were sharp and intelligent. The vaca

her restraints on his limbs reminded him of his predic

. His voice was a raw, g

his glare without a flicker of fear. She walked slowly to the side o

eplied, her voice clear and steady. "I'm the wife you bought

ted the restraint on his right wrist again, pulling against t

ver him, her fingers moving with deft precision to the metal

nd was

snake, his fingers wrappin

en eyes locked on his, her expression calm. Her pulse, where his

, a threat, would have fought back. A victim

uld hear. "If you're going to kill me, you might want to wait until th

able tremor ran through his fingers. He hadn't even noticed. He had

hand back as if

then fluffed a pillow and wedged it behind his back, helping him

up, the fragile peace o

tsteps echoed from the hallway. The steel d

ed suit and towering heels, stormed in. Fin

collar. Felicity pinched her nose in disgust. "You filthy

rs, shielding the newly freed Donny from their view. She put the fear

e master is resting. Yo

er? He's a drooling lunatic! And since when does a

b her. Drag her out to the gardens. I'm

, cracking their knuckles

d for her, her expression hardened, her body

didn't

ttural sound. It was barely a hum, a v

p the temperature in th

rill tirade died in her throat. Every person in t

k of cold fury, and his piercing blue eyes were fixed on them, bu

ence, the aura of absolute power he had wielded for years, washed over them.

cades, felt his knees give out. He d

ned beast behind her. A sly, triumphant smile played on

beside her king, and watched t

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A Dangerous Bride for the Mad Heir
A Dangerous Bride for the Mad Heir
“She arrived as a lamb. But lambs don't know how to remove neurotoxins from a man's spine. Alea Dillard vanished for ten years. When she returns to Long Island, she's nothing more than a shivering, poorly dressed orphan-a perfect pawn for her greedy relatives. Their plan: marry her off to Donny Beaumont, the so-called "mad heir" who has been locked in a dark wing of the mansion for three years. Drugged. Bound. Forgotten. But Alea is no victim. She was once the underground surgeon known only as The Scalpel. And Donny Beaumont isn't insane-he's being poisoned. Three micro-needles, buried in his nervous system, slowly dissolving his mind. In one night, she pulls them out. She tears open the blackout curtains. She lets in the light. Now the mad heir is awake. His cold, piercing eyes see everything. And the dangerous bride he just married? She's the only one who can save him-or destroy them all. But some beasts, once unchained, bite back harder than any poison.”