The Mad Heiress's Dangerous Mercenary Lover

Chapter 2

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e doors of the Hold

r sway. Hale stepped inside, his boots tracking mud onto the priceless Persian rug.

n the hall sto

ife, Meredith, stood beside him, holding a champagne flute. They both star

pled to the floor. She collapsed into a shivering ball, tuck

ng in disgust. "What the hell is this?

ers. "The smell. Reginald, call security.

g with silent sobs. But behind her arms,

And Meredith's necklace is last season's Cartier. Th

reading old fashion magazines in the sanitarium's library. The nurses tho

r as a bell. It was a cold, analytical broadcast, completely at od

s long as I'm breathing, my fifteen percent is u

shing over him. It was as if two different signals were broadcasting from the same source. He had to

er at Cilla. "She's a disgrace! A stain on the

m. It echoed off the high ceilings. Before anyone coul

just threw her filthy, mud

over his own feet, and crashed into the antique sofa. His arm hit the coffee ta

dropping her champagne flute. Th

her ears, rocking back and forth, staring blankly at the wall. B

ld bastard. That's

ered deep in his cold eyes. He subtly adjusted his collar, a bare

in with two security guards.

coat. He walked over to the sputtering

id, his voice flat.

and scribbled his name

rned on his heel and hea

sed the threshold, a

ound rang out from the top of the curved stai

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“I spent ten years locked in an asylum, heavily sedated, until my wealthy family dragged me back to their Hamptons estate. I pretended to be a brain-damaged lunatic to survive. They didn't bring me back out of love. The Holden family was bleeding money, and they desperately needed me dead to inherit my massive trust fund shares. My step-cousin Cristian was the mastermind behind the purge. First, he tried to quietly murder our billionaire grandfather with a mutated toxic orchid. Then, he ordered a guard to drop a deadly Gaboon viper into my bedroom in the dead of night. My father was a spineless coward, my mother was drugged into a stupor by the family doctor, and my brother was a crippled addict. They all stood by as I was thrown into the freezing mud, treated like garbage. "She is a disgrace to this family! Get her back to the asylum immediately!" My uncle roared, completely unaware that my brain was forged in a decade of clandestine warfare. But the strangest part wasn't my hidden combat skills. It was that my blood relatives could suddenly hear my cold, tactical inner thoughts. Through my silent, telepathic broadcasts, I exposed Cristian's poison to my grandfather, woke my mother from her chemical haze, and turned my paralyzed brother into a ruthless, blood-soaked protector. Still playing the shivering, crazy girl, I smiled in the dark. The real war had just begun.”