Reborn Heiress: His Regret, Her Reign

n threw his head back and lau

e remnants of the party. "Everyone in this city knows you've been obs

ster, Beatrice, is a recluse who paints depressing modern art in a loft downtown. And my younger brother, Daniel? He's cur

a particularly nasty thought had just occurred to him. "U

f those disgraced CIA agents. Good luck with th

ends sn

ave. His arrogance was astounding. He truly b

l, your uncle, Robert, he was a disaster. Gambled away everything, left her mother with nothing but debts. It's not Sophia's fault she was born on the wrong sid

tically defrauded dozens of people, including his own family, before disappearing. Sophia's mother wasn't some innocent victim; she was a known associate of Robert's, a

ndfather had endured, the whispers that had follow

ves. They destroyed families. My grandfather spent years cleaning up their mess, personally compensating their victims to salvage what was left

k by my vehemence, then

jacket pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. He tossed it onto t

s ago, during one of our early, more hopeful periods. He'd worn them once, then declar

those the ones you said looked like something out of a

n. I remembered the day I gave them to him, the naive ho

of an elegant, discreet design, of course – and droppe

ed with rage. "You u

n momentarily distracted, sidled up to me as he fumed. Her

he ring, the name, but he'll be in my bed. I'll take ev

r, this creature of

eone who claims to be so irresistible, you spend an awful lot of time worr

way, leaving her sput