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The Mad Heiress's Dangerous Mercenary Lover

Chapter 3 

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s eyes, sharp as a hawk's, swept over the chaos in the hall. Gideon, dripping with coffee. Meredi

ignoring the wet stain on his shirt. "Fat

st his son and stopped in front of Cilla.

n the rug, right next to a clump of mud that had fallen

sperate to get away from the cane. Her back hit a glass pane, pus

tween rows of lush, exotic plants. Mud smear

"Get her out of there! Thos

er eyes locked onto the plant she had just dirtied. The white petal

fog of madness vanished, re

Amazonian Ghost Lily variant. An

s mouth open to yell again. But his foot sudde

n his head echoed, calm and clinical. It's releasing a neuroto

he person who had just spoken. But there was no one near him. Jus

s room, he has maybe a year left. He'll drop

o his chest, but it wasn't his heart. It was

ere vacant. But the voice... the voice had come from

ed in. He didn't have time to ques

art!" he wheezed. He made his face turn red, his br

olden!" He lunged forward, catching

c. Gideon yelled for a doct

s, her body trembling. But inside, s

ld man. Go

er's arms, felt his eyelid twi

and rage swirling in his gut. And I

ily physician, ran in with his medical bag. He

ist with a surprisingly strong

serious despite his "weakness." "Take that plant. Root, stem, soi

step forward.

stepped in his p

he medical wing, Horace turned his head. He looked directly at Cilla, still c

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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.”