The Jilted Heiress In Blood Red

shriek that cut through the howling wind. The car jerked to a st

es were white. Her chest heaved, each breath a shallow, painful gasp that rattled in her throat. The panic attack had sub

d in the rearview mirror, his eyes full

he cold, mechanical voice of the gate security crackled t

throat. The nausea was a physical weight pressing against he

The freezing wind and sleet slammed into her, soaking through her thin coat instantly. Sh

sharp pain shooting up her leg, but she bit down on her lip

ere coat and held an umbrella over her head, looking at Harlene the way

scension. "Your mother has a message. You are required to

h that the wind snatched away. "Requ

lder. Her eyes were like flint. "You don't have a choice. Right

ed to life, showing the face of Genevieve Beaumont. She looked impec

She just stared at the woman who had give

icured nails against her desk, the sound clicking through the sp

oice raspy like sandpaper dragg

s. "Your 'sickness' is just an excuse to av

ngers pressed so hard against the glass she th

opping to a lethal whisper, "I will freeze every medical acc

ness of panic, but the sickening vertigo of absolute c

era. "And Dennis called. He's very

ontracted. Her heart seized, squeezed by an

enevieve continued, a sadistic smile playin

nd. The exhaustion that had weighed her down evaporated, repla

smile of joy. It was a grotesque, terrifying stretching

her voice steady a

f by the immediate surrender. She he

ne's face. The twisted, manic grin stari

. "Dress appropriately tomorro

k to the car, her steps no longer unsteady. They were heav

t and slammed the door sh

her in the mir

"Mitch," she said, her voice vibrating with intensity. "Go buy