The Jilted Heiress: Too Late For Regret

hat had once been intended for a servant. It was filled with disc

the space. It was just a c

icked tears as she pleaded into the phone. "Chase, you have to do s

assuring and arrogant. He would handle it. He would hand

a layer of old textbooks, were the few things that were truly hers. A few simple,

ing bathroom. She flicked on the light and l

ade too dark for her. Lifeless, mousy brown hair, the result of a cheap box dye, pulled back in a severe, u

hield. It made her invisible. It made t

t need it

were non-prescription, plain

down her back, wavy and thick. Its true color was a pale, cool

and began to work a cleansing oil into her skin. The yello

t, rosy undertone. Her features, once lost in the blandness of her disguise, were now revealed

mes, they were large and almond-shaped, the color of a stormy sky just be

s Gisel

a simple black long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of dark-wash jeans.

e timid, awkward girl was gone. In her place was a woman of bre

been huddled together on the sofa, looked up. Their ja

ousy. She had always prided herself on being the pret

lence. She pulled out her phone

. The address is..." She gave the townhouse address. "Yes, that's right. I need everything

r shrieked, finally

she said, her voice dropping to a dangerously low pitch.

om her pocket. This one was from her l

ated a full audit of all expenditures made over the last ten years under your guar

"I'm sure your lawyers will be in touch. Aft

pping sprees, the vacations, the "donations" to their favorite charities-all of it

on sunlight streamed in, framing her in a halo of light. She leane

with a serene

ape of a large, blue-and-white movin