Jilted Heiress: Rising From The Ashes

reen blinked. A rhyt

usted to its highest setting. Her posture was rigid. H

t: Project

n B: Cost. Column C:

first row: Weddin

he entered: $

ically. But in the economy of hea

, or the nights spent whispering in bed. Those memo

mind went to

n because Florrie had "looked at Asia with malice." Florrie hadn't. She had just been lo

ing her knees to her chest. Crying makes y

ally dispelling the memory

umiliation & Re

ate return of the Jef

folio of blue-chip stocks and real estate that they'd always treated as thei

bler filled with amber liquid, but her hands were shaking

alled. And the caterer. They saw the news online.

looking up. The whiskey burne

invoices open. Tell them to bill the Travis Family Estate dir

widened. "To

said, typing furiously. "Let her man

y of framed photographs. Florrie and Boston in Aspen. Florrie and Bosto

appy. They lo

s all

embered that day. She had stood in that rain for three hours waiting for a client Boston needed to sign, holding a folder under her coa

the heavy-duty shredder i

rom the frame. She smashed the glass ag

wastebasket. She pulled the phot

ossy paper int

rrr

ng sliced into confetti was the most s

zed again. A

Navarro

e. We need the beach house for her recovery after the wedding. Please have yo

en. The audacity was breat

ng fo

ok a screenshot. She saved i

thing in there. Something she rarely touched.

teel box and pulled out a small, velvet pouc

aph of a smiling woman holding a baby-her. Finnegan Puckett had found it in the grass after the accident that day, pressing it into h

, a world away. But she kept the locket. Not as a token of affection, b

She didn't need a ghost t

the computer. She o

MENT A

n't just asking for money.

Real Estat

ad, Hamptons, NY, shall be transfe

each

the world. It was where Asia p

n taking Boston's money. It w

orrie grabbed a Montblanc pen. She signed her name at t

on's assistant on the phone. Tell him I

here?" Cherry asked

l think it's the ring. But he'll stay for the nego

at if he b

, he will. Genevieve never misses a

She looked down at

d to c

passed the flowy, pastel dresses Boston l

suit. Sharp shoulders. Tailored waist. Pa

a tight, high ponytail. It pulled the ski

ipstick. Not

od

illed her husband and was on her

e from the corn

s rippling under his sleek black coat. He sensed the shift in he

hand on his head.

t out a s

tercom

tor on the wall. The camer

ght with annoyance. Beside him stood Genevieve Travis. She was wearing pearls and

essed the

em up,"

e placed the Settlement Agreement

e sofa, crossed he

evator