The Heiress Rises From The Mud

valet and walked up the marb

eaker hit the pristine white marble of

e footprint. Her thin eyebrows shot up. He

e sounded like she was speaking to a rat. "I am to take you to a

ike a frightened child. Her eyes, however, rapidly scanned th

the far end of the second floor. The room was la

hroom door. "There are spare clothes in

ammed the door. The heav

rightened hunch vanished. Her spine straightened. The timi

throom and locked the door. She turne

the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She stared at the bruised, em

e had stolen from Cristofer and forced it through h

her hands against the worst bruises on her ribs and thigh

water. The dirt, sweat, and dr

ead girl's true face was finall

was porcelain white. Her nose was straight and elegant. H

This face was going to be her deadli

rapped a thick towel around he

oversized, outda

or Beatrice was trying to humiliate her

when Braden had been distracted by the valet, she had purposely grabbed the bl

xpensive silk clung to her damp skin, highlighting the curve of her waist and

n the hallway. Someone bang

ice came through the wood. "The valet

he mattress. She picked it up. She ran her fingers t

breath, dropped her shoulders, and let the f

way, his mouth open to y

s died i

ck hit him so hard he physically s

f him. The black silk of his own shirt contrasted violently with her pale skin. Water dripped from the

et silent on the carpet. She held

he whispered. "I th

the folder. His knuckles accidentally

n rational mind. He was a Wall Street shark, immune to cheap seduction, yet he found himself furious that his eyes kept drifting back to the wet silk clinging to her shoulders. He cle