Reborn Heiress: The Revenge She Deserves

e. The rain was a solid gray sheet against the windshield, the wipers thrashing ba

the rearview

ding orbs cutting through the storm, clos

tasted like fear and stale car ac. She pressed her foot down on the a

had been tailing her since she left the city limits. Paranoia

per against bumper tore thr

Her car lurched forward, the rear tires losing traction on the slick asp

use. The w

oded inward, a glittering shower of diamonds that sliced at her ski

, im

bsolute. It was followed instantly by a cold so de

und of the rain faded into a high-pit

, no

r, somet

as a sensation of being pulled upward, lik

ened h

y the harsh yellow glow of a streetlamp, was a mangled sedan w

saw a woman slumped over the wheel. Blood dripped from

t no sound came out. She looked at her hand. It

That was her body down t

ifted. It wasn't a fade or a cut; it was a violent ya

, and the r

armly in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the velvet furniture

tage champagne into two crystal flutes. Her move

le. She laughed, a light, airy sound that Delina had always associated with

ce," Florene said, handin

accident was worth every penny paid to

t. " The trust fund unlocks at midnight upon her

freezing her spirit cold. Her stepmother.

n her. She lunged at Florene, swingi

shoulder. A slight shiver ran through Florene, a

pull seized

still falling, but now the area was swarming

halt, bypassing the police line with an

o scrambled to open an umbrella. He walked into the

ally hid with terrifying efficiency. The silver half-mask he always

forward, hand raised. "

wasn't a push; it was a dismi

's side door open with his bare hands, ignori

monster who barely spoke to her? The man who

heek of her corpse. His

," he w

like the tyrant she knew. It sounded l

from his pocket. He stared at it for a se

, louder than the thunder. He bowed his head ag

ing with a madness that terrified

a low growl that vibrated in the air. "I

the silver mask, trying to comfort

. He had loved her. H

to the edges of her vision