Reborn Heiress: Pampered By The Ruthless Don

of antiseptic and the lo

ently where the need

aded, as if my bones had bee

aric's voice cut

odically peeling an orange. The citrus scen

ainst the door, checki

, his tone dripping with mockery. "

ed, tossing a piece of peel onto the floor. "Boss just wanted to tea

marry her off to Alexander and be done with it. Once he secures the terri

still, my eyes

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r, toxic and heavy, settlin

they were vultures waitin

ed to throw the rest of th

I sa

dancing wildly in my vision,

IV line out

ly, dripping hot and re

nd. "You're not discharged, Princess. Alexande

gs over the s

cold floor, sending

too

the IV pole white-k

f my way,"

stepping forward to block the

cream loud enough to bring the nurses, the police, and the press down here. A

nder owned them-but the press was a w

s hesi

fraction o

my shoulder colli

m-like hitting a brick

y, my hospital gown flut

, his voice echoing down the corridor. "There's nowhere t

t turn

or, pressing the butto

ors sl

hed their faces disappear

whispered to my pale reflection in t