The Genius Heiress Plays The Fool

voice was a low, vicious hiss. His thick ha

ar door latch. The fabric tore with a loud rip that

n tulle. She kept her head down. Her fingernails bit into the soft flesh of her palms. The sting

ouble doors, a blast

ilver-streaked hair pulled into a tight chignon. She brought a manicured hand up to cover

rs. His dark hair was neatly combed, and his jaw was sharp, the bone structure prominent beneath pale skin. His posture was r

ill, Mrs. Moreno. A terrible fever. But Georgiann is a P

hat you bring us? A broken thing? Do you think the

. The room went dead quiet, the silence pressing against

s hit Frank

ing, he lunged forward and grabbed Georgiann's arm. His grip bru

ed her

As she passed the heavy mahogany coffee table, she angled her foot.

anished. She pitched forward, falling d

ked in. He raised his a

e fabric at her waist, his body froze. A

It was a scent he remembered from his worst nightmares. His he

st the cold, stiff fabric of his suit trousers. She could hear

er large, clear eyes, staring at him with th

. Images of blood and shattered glass flashed through his mind. A s

a thin, stooped man with a hawk-like nose and sharp, watchful

Charlton's voice wa

red at her son in absolute shock. He never let anyone

cross his face. "If the young master doesn't mind

remained glued to the girl on his lap.

ntly suppressed it, returning to her blank stare. Her small, pale hand

t be serious!" Eliz

es were flat, carrying a silent, lethal warning

He turned and practically ran out the fron

d shut. The foyer fell

knuckles were white. The grip was desperate. A strange, heavy w

s and looked up. "Alistair.

t. Georgiann let out a soft whimper. She dragged her feet, twisting her body

s made his stomach twist. He waved his hand i

d Georgiann up the gra

he turned her head and looked down at the foyer. Charlton was

ed from Georgiann's face. Her ey

of his trousers where her cheek had rested. His fingers tre