Reborn From Ashes: The Heiress's Comeback

ally across the glass, but they could

her Porsche. Her knuckles were bone-white. Her pal

e plastic pregnancy test sat there, two pink lin

dial button on

d the voicemail

pine. She threw the phone onto the passenger seat

n the headlights. A heavy semi-tru

her foot on th

t to the floor.

. The air vanishe

steel guardrail. The airbags exploded outward, punchi

swallowed

ways. Blood dripped from her forehead, burni

agony ripped th

lling the cabin. She slammed her bl

med, the sound te

in. A black Maybach rolled to

d. A black umbrella

signer heels clicked sharp

ob of relief. Her

attered window. She didn't

voice perfectly calm over the roaring rain. "Forced

tried to speak, to call Corrie a liar, but anoth

f the Maybach opene

e's umbrella. He didn't look at Bryn

loved. The father of the baby inside her. S

t. He shoved it through the jagged gap in t

said, his voice devoid of any wa

tasted copper. The physical pain in her stomach was nothi

r broken body. She grabbed the wet paper, rippe

It was a high,

son sparks hissing violently against the pouring rain. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the burn

Haden's. They turned their b

gnited with

ms around her stomach as the heat blister

ing, ster

urned her nostrils. She tried to move her arms

al operating table in a w

l mask stood over her

late," he said flatly.

s. "No!" she shrieked. She tried to

ut of the shadows. They grabbe

amed, the sound echoing

instruments i

The pain was absolute. It carved Haden and Corrie'

buckled her. She lay ther

door opened. C

of paper. A check. The doct

. She dropped a crisp whit

ie whispered. "Brynn Vanc

a large bottle of rubbing alcohol onto the floor. She took a dr

ire erupted

slammed the heavy door

n dragged her numb, bleeding body off

tely blocking her path to the door. She tried to climb over it, but the severe blood loss and thick, toxic smoke sapp

at her skin. The h

the fire, her eyes wide, swallowing

r buckled. It flew open

charged through the flames. The smoke

teel cabinet that blocked her path and

over her, wrapping her tight

a distinct scent filled her lungs.

, no

years

cabin of a Boeing 777 d

paper in her lap. She reached up

breathtakingly cold. It was a fa

a polite smile. "Can I get you any

the window at the g

aid. Her voice