From Blood Bank To Billionaire's Obsession

Tom Ford cologne pierced through

s snapp

a suite at The Plaza. The silk sheets felt cold and foreign a

mechanisms of a top-tier operative flared to life. Her heart r

disgu

ice came fro

ted in a sneer of pure contempt. He aggressively adjusted the cuffs of his

you came from?" Ashley spat, his voice echoing in the luxurious room.

his moving mouth, calculating the distan

d out roughly, his fingers digging into the de

nked

ugh the quiet suite. The strap of her dress gav

d was the

e her conscious thought e

She grabbed Ashley's wrist, her thumb pressin

pain. He tried to jerk his arm bac

inch. Her grip was

er body and rolled off the mattress. She landed on t

ing his arm backward until the should

or air, his fac

er knee upward in a brutal, precise strike. Th

Ashley's lungs

ollapsed to his knees on the floor, clutching his stomach.

at the elite Wall Street golden boy, he

rely replaced by raw, unadulterated terror. He couldn't understa

f the original owner of this body. The bullying. The setup. She instantly mappe

ng her hand in disgust as if she

d the messaging app. A single sent text glared back at her: sent at exactly 8:14 PM to Ashley's number, luring him here. She memorized the burner number ending in 7492 and the timestamp. Then, he

carpet as she walked toward the flo

nd stared at

ng in its bone structure,

injuries or broken bones. Satisfied, she grabbed the torn edges of the s

at Ashley, who was still groani

raight to the he

d pulled it open. The thick doo

y. The thick wool carpet swallo

conces made her narrow her eyes as

caught sight of a Renaissance-er

e locked onto the canvas.

ng perfectly overlapped with her own memories of her past l

y silence of the h

er boots stomping against the carpet e

head. Her fingers twitche