Betrayed Heiress: My Husband's Deadly Mistake

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assault, a sledgehammer of frost. The freezing torrent drenched my hair, my face, my chest. It cas

cle contracted in a viole

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en slush. I was shaking so hard my teeth clacked together, t

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ing cramp in my lower abdomen. It felt like a fist clenching aro

d my throat. I tried to sit up, to check, but another wave

tween my legs. It was a stark, terri

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e. It swirled with the water, creating a grotesque

ir throats. The socialite in the corner covered her

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one bleeding. The arrogance vanished, replaced by a sudden, dawning horror. He took a step

ted the money. He wanted the power.

ket. He ignored it, his eye

uit-his legal counsel-

the heavy silence. "The transfer is complete. Blackwell Inno

e blinked, tearing his gaze from

his face, her nails digging into h

mous. "Look at her. It is a trick. She cut herself to

ked at the red slush again. He wanted to believe Deb. It was eas

ed, his voice shaking, tr

: "Drop the temperature," he yelled at the technicia

m my lips. I knew, with a mother's instinct, that it was over

s a raw, tearing sound that scraped

ision, a welcoming tide. The cold wasn't

it t