The Runaway Heiress Returns For Revenge

rters in Midtown Manhattan. The engine died, and the soft interior lights flickered on, cast

ing. "The game is over. Let me out." She reached for the door h

ashing with fury. "Unlock the door,

suit jacket and produced a checkbook. It was black leather, embossed w

movements an elegant display of power. He tore it out along the p

ropped. Her eyes

llion

lting drawl. "This is easier. Take it. Go back to Paris. Go bac

in the wound. He thought he could buy her off. He though

o her head, ho

, humorless sound. "Do you really believe every woman

ched the check from his fingers.

ripped i

n half

im. They fluttered down onto the lap of his ex

and, the one still holding the pen,

It's my mother's legacy. It is mine. And I am taking it back. You're just a parasite, Gage. A vulture who got

. A flicker of raw, genuine pain crossed

gone, repl

humb pressed down, hard, directly onto the frantic pulse point on the inside of

dangerously low. "Handy and Javon aren't spoiled socialites. They'

be a warning, but they

d mark already forming on her s

queen going to war. "Don't worry about me. I got rid of you

b hit i

A stillness came over his face, a flicker

ask. He reached forward and pressed t

k echoed in

r and stepped out onto the cold concrete of the

suitcase. She took it without a word and marched toward the securi

. The pain in his stomach, which had subsided to a dull ache, now twisted into a searing, wh

d, his voice hoarse with pain. "Start buying up St

e fire in his gut to recede. Then, he pushed open his door and followed her toward