Marrying The Comatose Billionaire For Sweet Revenge

the stone steps, her custom heels clicking rapidly until

smile, though triumph gleamed in her eyes. Placing her left hand flat against the edge of the car door, she

n the woman who had stolen her research credits and her fiancé

in silent, Sloane

e toast? I just wanted to make sure you

oice so it carried

e years ago. Half his face was burned off, and his legs are comp

g the driveway, exchanging amused glances as they wai

he open window, dropping

u can beg for scraps now, isn't it? If your dead mother saw you crawling into

thumb once across her index knuckle

heavy armored door open with full force. The ste

backward several steps, her heels twisting o

k coat, she walked straight toward Sloane, her leather

gain her footing, her

ou're doing? This is

to open a web of microscopic abrasions. As her grip tightened, a trace of colorless, slow-acting allergenic extract concealed beneath

loane clawed at Reyna's wrist, but her pampered hands could not budge

a loud crack. Dust and crushed petals sme

tive breath. A flower basket dropped to the

braced her palms against the stones and tried to push herself

her," Reyna said, he

miliation under the stares of the household

ed Sloane's left ring finger right above Da

as sharp pain

il her lips were an i

he finger wearing that r

ing eyes, Sloane's chest heaved in

rry! I'

She pulled an alcohol wipe from her pocket and

ack every last thing you stole-my name, my inheritance, my mothe

he clinical contempt of a scien

by system. That's how I'm going to dismantle your life. And when there's nothing

back of her neck, shivering as she stared

d back into the SUV. She pulled the door shut with a heavy thud. The vehicle rolled forwar

stood behind a parted curtain, his eyes dark and cold