The Phantom Heiress: His Secret Obsession

he black Lincoln To

itting the pristine white gravel of the driveway. The friction produced a sh

elphia suburbs immediately sinking into the

posture was rigidly straight, his chin tilted upwar

ut denim jeans. The muscles around his eyes twitched, a physic

een canvas bag resting on the leather backseat. He didn't grab the handle. He pinched the worn str

d. The movement was a

rough canvas scraped against her palm. She slung the heavy bag over

stared at him, her face a mask

a second. His chest puffed out

d British accent that dripped with condescension. "I must kindly remind you to be mindful

d, her gaze sweeping over the massive, three-s

ing. It looked less like a home and mor

ment caught her p

floor. A shadow was pressed against the glass. The second she looked u

htened. Her teet

and pushed open the ma

kle at the back of her neck. The air was thick, heavy with the cloying, expensive

. Her boots sank into the plush f

down hard, the heavy thuds of her boots deliberately

her left, George Warren shot

olently. Dark red liquid sloshed over the rim, st

, his chest heaving under his tailored dress shi

voice cracked, vibrating with a

r DNA and then vanished for eighteen years. Her stom

n her tongue. She gave him a single, millimeter-dee

cking of stiletto heels

aircase. She wore a champagne-colored silk loungewe

white smile. It was the kind of smile that didn't

Dean cooed, her voice

her arms wide open, rushing forward to

rose perfume intensified,

d. She took one delibe

apped shut aro

he foyer became

ms and reached up, her manicured fingers smoothing down a perfectly placed strand of hair n

e dripping with artificial honey. "You are just

ut from behind

ost more than a car. Her eyes narrowed into slits as they raked ov

nose, her upper lip

h to bounce off the vaulted ceilings. "Why does it smell

He slammed his wine gl

s voice echoing sharply. "Show some respec

pushed out. Her eyes filled

n's silk-covered shoulder, playing the role

d her daughter. She shot George a look that was

g with passive aggression. "There's no need to shout and

the living room, a loud

ld gaming console onto a glass table. He le

needed a high school diploma to be considered a functioning member of

ghtened around the canvas strap of her bag u

playing out in front of her, and the corner of her mout

ace flushing with embarrassment. He des

for you, Corrie," George said, forcing a smil

ious glee. She stepped forwar

" Dean said, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Tell me, Corrie, did you ever get to

ung in the air, he

k. She looked dead

ion, cutting through the fake sweetness like a scalpel. "Unless you're trying to

d her eyes. She hadn't expected the uneducated country bumpkin to know wh

eside them, breaking

her room now, Madam?" Davis asked, hi

t. She swallowed hard, rec

Put her in the guest room at the very end of the hall. The

room meant in a house this size. No su

rgue. She di

her shoulder, turned her back on the three o

heir scheming, hateful stares burning