The Jilted Heiress: Too Late For Regret

rick townhouse on the Upper East Side. This house was the last piece of Gisele's old

ked at the familiar facade. For years, this had

rs, to open the heavy oak door. The moment she steppe

" It was Eleanor Sterling, Ivy's mother. Her voice w

ste, was now cluttered with gaudy, ostentatious furniture. Ivy was slumped on a velvet chaise lou

e standing there, alive, unharmed,

with rage. "You!" she screamed, pointing with her

wisted into a mask of fury. She lunged at Gisele, her hand raised to strike. "You

sliced through the air, she caught it, her fi

ied out in pain, feeling the delicat

lived in my house, spent the money from my parents' trust fund,

ise, her face a mess of tears and makeup. She launched herself at

y came at her, Gisele sidestepped the clumsy attack and brought the heel of her hand down on Ivy's injured sho

sobs, tore from Ivy's throat. The joint, recently set by

ming. Ivy collapsed to the floor, cl

oved. "I believe I warned you," she said, her

er. The girl standing over her, looking like an avenging angel, was the

he walked over to Eleanor, who was still trying to process the scene. Gisele reache

drafted eviction notice, complete wi

to me. My parents' will stipulated that upon my eighteenth birthday,

the document, he

oo long," Gisele continued, her tone conversational, which

etting the re

r belongings. After that, anything left will be

te shriek. "You wouldn't dare! Chase will destroy

the name tasting like ash in her mouth. "From what I hear, he's a little busy righ

r. She walked up the grand staircase to the second floor, her steps silent and sure. The melo