Reborn Heiress: I Won't Love Again

ared, weeping streaks of gray. Alessandra Abbott sat alone on a leather sofa that cost more than most people's cars, but

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ugh the thin layer of sanity she had left. She saw a small, pale

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the shoulders. He held a thin folder in his hands with the kind of reverence usually reserved for religious

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administrator froze. A bead of sweat rolled down

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n himself and the woman standing like a statue in the center of the room. "Mr. Brandt authorized it personally. He said... he sai

sound. It was a dr

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hest, squeezing it so hard the cardboard edges bit into her skin. It was cold. It c

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plastering her hair to her skull. She didn't feel the cold. S

g Darius hadn't bought or upgraded. She placed the folder on the passenger seat. Sh

she whispered. "

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a kidney. Five million dollars for a life. He had p

into the leather until they snapped, until she

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ement, kicking up a spray of mud and water. Sh

of steel and light against the black sky. The neon signs of Ma

security camera recognized her license plate. The guard in the booth stepped out to wave,

She unbuckled the folder, lifting it gen

rs. Fifty. Sixty. The pressure built in her head, a phy

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dimly lit. A pair of men's leather oxfo

ail of dark spots. She didn't call out. She didn't turn on the lights. She walked

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