The Runaway Heiress And Her Secret Triplets

door chimed-sharp, crisp, a single cl

la diffuser wrapped around her face, cloying and thick. She stepped into the

ropped to the p

ed in the shag. Limited-edition Louboutins. The exact pair Brylee had flaunted last Tue

abdominal muscles contracted

on the rack. Every movement was slow, mechanical, the movements of a woman who al

ward the master bedroom. The thick

e stopped right outside, her breath catching sharp in her throat. She leane

ping skin. Then a high-pitched mo

yl

ir. Her right hand reached out and clamped around the cold bra

mmed against the wall wi

r of the massive king bed-her bed, the one she'd picked out with Gavin at

His eyes bulged out of their sockets,

ab, ripping the silk duvet up to cover her bare chest. Her mascara

r chest. A cold, razor-sharp smirk cut across the corner

hit the hardwood with a meaty thud. He stammered, his face flood

nd tapped the record button. The red light blinked on. She held the lens

ge. The fear twisted into some

ing the floor, one hand reaching

ound her shifted, charged like the

fingers locking around his extended wrist. She pivoted on her heel, dropping her center of gravity. With a flawless Krav Mag

ve every molecule of air from his lungs. He let out a strangled

bare feet hitting the mattress, one hand rea

ck, caught Brylee's wrist in mid-air, and twiste

. Ansley shoved her hard. Brylee collapsed back onto the m

ing at her feet. Her voice was flat

agement

e diamond ring off her ring finger. The metal sc

straight at

below the eye. A thin line of blood instantly

n her heel and marched out of the bedroom, her stride stead

the foyer, and walked out. She slammed the heavy oak

e doors slid shut. Only then, in the humming silence of the descending car, did she