Biting The Billionaire: My Sweet Revenge

Chapter 9

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hacked into the imported Bulgarian roses, scattering t

r burgundy silk cuffs as she wo

the backs of her knees hit the

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as reduced to shreds, then tossed the heavy

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uivered as she ran strai

ce, and she wrapped her arms around

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t her mother's shoulder, her

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ed face and looked at the

ok nice, but I'm so clumsy I ruined the whole bouqu

he pointed a trembling fing

d them up on purpose!

ine snapped, her voice ech

family lack the money for a bouquet of roses? Wh

ehind her back, glaring

some flowers to calm her nerves. Instead of being understanding as

ars of rage stinging her

. she really did

r, Alyce tilted her head where her mother could

lip until she tasted blood, spu

therine said softly, wiping Alyce's cheek before leadin

lyce murmured, lean

heavy sedan engine echoed up the drive, follow

owed as she stood up

ajor Wall Street merger meeting

om the foyer, and Edward Brennan, Chairman of

it to a maid, his dark brown eyes fixe

aned halfway over the railing, her lips cur

ow did the meeting go?" Kathe

pped directly in front of Alyce, the deep

ar in the driveway this morning

p into her father's dar

the mahogany coffee table, rattling

any idea you nearly pushed thi

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“I finally returned to the wealthy Brennan family as the real heiress, only to be thrown out after my adopted sister took over my life. In the freezing rain at the hospital, I was told my sickly daughter was dead. My husband, Jacoby, and my adopted sister, Charisse, stood over my sobbing body, laughing in their couture clothes. "Your parents' car crash? We arranged that too." They admitted they pulled my daughter's plug and orchestrated the deaths of my biological parents. When I lunged at them, Jacoby kicked me, and his guards threw me into the street. I was hit by a speeding truck, my bones shattering on the wet asphalt. But as a ghost, I saw the ruthless Wall Street billionaire Barclay Reid-the cold-blooded tyrant I had slashed my wrists to avoid marrying-arrive in the storm. He claimed my broken body and my daughter's remains, his eyes filled with a terrifying, silent agony. Why did the family I tried so hard to please destroy everything I loved? And why did the man I fought so desperately to escape care for me in the end? Opening my eyes again, I was back in my bedroom three years ago, my wrist freshly slit to protest my engagement to Barclay. This time, I tied up my bleeding wrist, ran straight out to intercept his armored convoy, and demanded we get married today.”