The Billionaire's Lethal Substitute Wife

the sound of her own screaming. Then came the headlights-blinding, pie

cotton sheets. Her chest heaved, pulling in shallow, ragged breaths that burned her

ently, her eyes

e EKG wires from her chest in her panic. The monitor next to the bed flashed

shed in, her rubber-soled shoes sq

" The nurse reached out, her han

he shoved the nurse away with a hard, flat palm against her chest. Nu

orcing her racing heart to slow down. She dug her fingernails into her palms, welcoming the sharp sting of her own skin breaking. The physical pain grounded her, but it was the mem

ey said, her voi

shook slightly as she brought it to her lips, gulping down the stal

e wall-mounted television. She grabbed the remote and cr

ews," the nurse muttered

She looked up at the screen. I

charcoal suit walked through the terminal, surrounded by a

e cheap material crushed instantly, water spilling

lvin Gaines returns to New York today, bringing massi

ation, exactly where the metal rods had been surgically implanted five years ago. S

lding a clipboard. He glanced at the red number

at and serious. "I told you last month. You have to stop doing hig

She looked at the doctor,

cash," she

ght arm. She pinched the plastic hub of the IV needl

ical tape. Harley didn't flinch. She grabbed her cheap black hoodie fro

ll yourself out ther

he reached for her wo

tting the clinic's cheap floor. The sound was completely out of pla

open. It hit the w

d the family's cruelty. She wore a pristine white Chanel tweed suit. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled, falling

forward. "Excuse m

Alyssa. He grabbed the nurse by the arm, shoved her roughly

ctor, get out. Now," she snapped. The doctor didn't argue. He hurried past the

eached out and ran a gloved finger along the rusted metal railing of Harle

ssa sneered. "Livi

ace hard as stone. She zipped up her canvas bag, the hars

arley's absolute silenc

ce dripping with poison. "Did you see?

r for a fraction of a second. The

d, her voice cold. "You always were g

in her jaw tightened. She stepped ri

," Alyssa whispered, "five years ago, on those stairs... I did

mory of that night-the cold rain, the screaming, the absolute humiliation of be

s. She clenched her fists so

reached into her Hermes Birkin bag and pulled out a crisp piece of pap

One hundred th

ut of New York. If Colvin ever sees

eck. Then, she slowly bent h

wider. She loved wat

heck between her fingers. She

it again. And again. She threw the shredded pieces of paper directly into

t her clothes as if the pa

ped forward, his hand reachi

y metal medical tray on the table. She ripped it off the stand and raised i

is tracks, surprised by th

er. "You are dead in this industry! I will make sure no s

y. "You better pray you never fall off your little t

heel. "Let's go," she snapped at the bodyguard

rained from her blood, leaving her legs shaking. She d

hit the floor. She pulled her phone from her pocket and opened t

ce was al

k a deep, shaky breath. She op

d. "That high-risk stunt audition at the Man