he Return of the Discarded Heiress

hit the final oak step

ving room fireplace stretched her s

eather sofa. He held a crystal glass of bourbon in his

pages of a fashion magazine. She didn't even blin

l bottom slammed against the expensive marb

pulled out a leather-bound checkbook. He uncapped a Montblanc foun

dge of the marble table. He tilted his chin up, gesturing for Ainsley

walked

of paper. Five thousand dolla

freezing mockery cr

ty. "That's more than enough for a Greyhound ticket back

"And don't ever try to contact Katharina again

say a single

e, slender fingers and pinched

leaned back against the leather sofa. Poor people were alwa

check up in the

ith both hands and ripped

aring paper echoed violently

froze mid-air ov

o torn halves together

al, and elegant. Like she was dis

sickly shade of gray. He shot up from the sof

little bitch!"

ised her h

. The white confetti drifted down through the air, landing all over

us eyes. Her voice was flat, carrying a

too dirty fo

ou'll be begging on the streets by tomorrow! Those bottom-feeding pa

nored his

as wearing a thick cashmere cardigan em

rapidly, undoing

er shoulders, leaving herself in nothi

ly onto the pile of torn paper on the coffee

led her nose in deep disgust. "Get the maids in he

strap of her canvas

nd walked straight toward the

step out that door, you're dead to us! Don't you dare

d her hand around the freezing

cold smile to

the heavy

nto the heated living room, whipping Ai

g the railing. She stared down at Ainsley's thin, shive

pped over t

the sickening hypocrisy behind her w

d slammed the heavy

oorframe, instantly slicing

n the pitch-black asp

invigorating air. Reaching into he