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Return Of The Lethal Unwanted Heiress

Chapter 2

Word Count: 774 | Released on: 07/05/2026

reek. A sudden, violent shudder ripped through the chassis of the

nst the dashboard. "Dammit!

as tall and broad-shouldered, his dark suit jacket pulling tight across his back. H

uring from under the hood. "We are going to miss th

ight hand, thumb finding the heavy black r

les up the road," he said, voice

ched under their leather shoes. Dust co

orrugated iron structure came into view. F

ve got to be kidding me. You think some back

the half-open rolling metal door. The sharp cl

usty interior. The air smell

justed to the sh

er, slid halfway under the chassis of a lifted truck. Greas

ic clankin

he creeper rolled out from un

ks of grease smeared across one sharp cheekbone. Her eye

His mouth op

ng a heavy-duty wrench. His eyes narrowed. He could smell it on

ignature playboy smile. He took a step

the heavy wrench onto a metal t

said. One word.

ished. He choked o

himself in front of Pierce. His presenc

ice was deep, carrying the weight of a ma

y shifted her

. The air in the

en her eyes flicked to his left wrist. A li

wiped the grease from her fingers. T

res. Cash.

gures? For a backwoods mechanic?" He re

single hand. Pie

pulled out a thick stack of crisp hundred-dollar bills. He

ate didn't change. She swept the stack i

. Ricky jumped from the

ig. Go get

fired up the rusted tow truc

ell over

d motorcycle sitting on a stand. His

, not looking at her, "is professional-grade racing

rigid. The muscles

y between Graham and the bike. H

rned, voice dropping to a whisp

like a cornered leopard. He didn't feel insulted.

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“Allison was hiding in a dusty small-town garage, working as a mechanic to suppress the lethal, experimental serum freezing her veins. But a call from her estranged, wealthy father shattered her peace. He threatened to permanently freeze her dead mother's trust fund if she didn't return to the family estate immediately. That trust fund held the only key to the truth behind her past and her survival. When she stepped into the sprawling mansion in her faded hoodie, her family treated her like a stray dog. Her stepmother mocked her cheap clothes, and her half-brother called her a piece of trash. Her father tossed a vocational school enrollment form at her, telling her to learn to sew so they could marry her off to anyone desperate enough. Her perfect, porcelain-doll stepsister Gwyneth even deliberately smashed a glass of boiling milk against her own leg. "Why did you push me?!" Gwyneth screamed, crying tears of fake terror to frame Allison. "You vicious bitch! You're just as sick as your mother!" her father roared, raising his hand to strike her. They looked at her with absolute disgust, thinking she was just a stupid, uncultured hick they could easily manipulate and destroy. They had no idea that the girl standing before them was a lethal operative who already possessed all their offshore tax ledgers and darkest secrets. Allison easily caught her father's wrist mid-air, her grip like a steel vice. "I'm not going to a trade school," she whispered coldly, ripping the form into pieces. "I am going to Crestwood Academy." It was time to take back everything that belonged to her, with interest.”