His Lethal Wife: The Heiress's Vicious Comeback

l shut, cutting off the noise

e balcony of The Plaza. It bit through the thin

apped against the cold marble. She muttered Vivian's

r heels clicked sharply against the sto

dshot. The makeup smeared across her f

swallowed her voice. "I was supposed to be the

the trash," Viv

the last thread

She aimed her hands directly at Vivian's chest, throwing her enti

tory drop

oppy, amateur attack

ess, Vivian shifted her weight to her right heel.

hit emp

ard. She shrieked as her feet

nded her left foot. The sharp stiletto heel

med chest-first into the heavy,

ac

ing ribs was loud,

ight ball, clutching her right side. She gasped, cho

her champagne gl

phia. She looked down

heel of her shoe directly onto the fabric o

ophia's hair. She yanked her

ivian whispered. Her voice was i

d. "I don't...

They dilated. A micro-expression of pure gu

hia across the floor, ignoring her screams. She forced

ng drop to the street below

Vivian co

a begged, clawing b

pushed her a

! She was jealous, she always hated you! She... she found the driver, I heard her talking

ation of her extended family's betrayal sent a

hed with the urge

ack and threw her onto the marb

dry-heaving from t

led out a silk handkerchief. She wiped her fingers m

tsteps pounded down

rthur's voi

ag herself toward the glass doors, leavin

he tilted it, spilling a splash of cold wine onto her own skirt. She

doors bu

cony, followed by three rep

r. Then he looked at Vivian, who was standing aga

He raised his heavy right hand high into the air