His Vengeance, My Deliverance

was thick with expensive perfume and the low murmur of high-society chatt

never sent me

the room, Eleanor, looking like a tragic porcelain doll in her white dress.

stood beside me, his hand resti

whisper. She took a step, then another,

ched her, a flicker of something

of champagne flutes. The crash silenced the room. She snatched a

anor

oved. But not towar

ter, sending a tray of drinks crashing to the floo

hed to Elea

devotion. He carefully took the glass from her hand, cradli

from the dramatic scene to me, the dis

s met mine over Eleanor' s shoulder

ncée close and pointed

slut, a gold-digger! She dr

nous. Whispers erupted. "Disgusting." "From the

omforted her, all while his eyes burned into me, a silent promis

out of

ragged me away, my bare legs scraping against the broken glass on

red, his voice a venomous caress. "But this tim

the guards, his voice loud enoug

fun with her. And make sure she can'

, their grips tigh

on, the raw, brutal truth of his hatred-it all crashed over me. But as they s

ent

g. Freezing. The agony of a forced miscarriage. It a

. This was hell

dress, I closed my eyes and spoke to th

. I' m abandoni

answered in my mind, a so

oned. Subject Chloe will be extrac