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in fell lik
inst her face as she watched her only suitcase crash into t
jeans lay scattered on the damp asphalt
. Her expensive silk robe remained untouched by the sto
erced the torrential rain, sharp and harsh.
illa behind her. She had lived there for ten years-ten years of e
e was contorted with rage when Anya refused to be sold to a forty-ye
p and tasted the meta
arried a chilling resolve
she screamed at the expressionless butler, "Throw all her rubbis
d composed. She picked up the scattered clothes one by one, neatly folding them d
, her hand touched a small, empt
g fear, even greater than
ely knew wha
ake: an antique brooch
e last tangible thing from that period o
, icy blue eyes now burned with a fierce
is my
you talking about? How would I know? Mayb
nding a sharp, piercing pain that brought her back to her senses. She
days. The last time she saw it was on her dressing tabl
r. Words were useless t
eath her. Dragging it, she left the house without looking back.
r voice filled with disdain. "She'll be begging m
or a moment, but
one from her pocket. The screen li
've found
, then she deleted it. It was a ghost from the
where until she
gaze remained as hard as iron. She dragged her suitcase toward the mai
e with great curiosity, already gossiping with his c
d down a pa
dress of a cheap motel on
uld have stayed in any hotel that required a doorman to open the glass door-the encrypted black card hidden in a compartment of her suitcase would have been enough to keep her in a penthouse suit
satellite phone completely separate from her main phone. On the screen
ft. I'll be there
y. It's not the
yline in the night outside the window. She had been a ghost
mansion in the gated community gradually disappearing into the d
et. There was less than
tire f
like a cold knot, coiled in her stomach, but something else
thought, had o
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