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Rising From Hell: The Vengeful Heiress Returns

Rising From Hell: The Vengeful Heiress Returns

Author: Falstaff
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1183    |    Released on: Today at 13:47

eyes snap

Her lungs burned. Her throat felt tight, constricted by the phantom sensation of a rope that was no

was

gn

le coffee table shattered the ringing in her ears. The s

. Her vision s

a mask of absolute arrogance. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking d

he velvet sofa cushion that the fabric threatened to te

ther life, had ordered her bones

ment, Hester," Domenic demanded,

st death, suddenly washed away like a receding tide. In its place, an abyssal, freezing rage ignited in her chest. She was no longer the naive lamb waiting for the slaughter. She had returned fr

ted uncomfortably. The other woman pulled a delicate lac

ic sob escaped

lted into a pool of sickening tenderness. He reached out, gripping

urned. The bile rose in her throat, burning th

Hester. The warmth vanished from

hold onto a title that doesn't belong to you,"

he bold black letters of the non-disclosure clause stared back at her. He

ked against the floor. She walked over t

hispered, her voice shakin

fingers were an inc

nt was so sudden, so filled with raw disgust, th

and pulling her behind his back. He pointed a shaking fing

wly raised

n, were dead. They were the color of a frozen gl

eyes physically stung him. His throat bobbed as he swal

t out a s

of the White House East Wing sitting room like a needle

gold fountain pen from the table. She pulled the cap off. The ti

d Domenic, watching the tip of the pen, waiting

ove toward the

She drove the sharp gold nib of the pen

tip let out a sickening, high-pitched screech as it gouged a long, white gash across the expensive

a gasped in uniso

he stood up and smoothed the invisible wrinkles from her skirt. Her move

dark red. He lunged for

h authority, that his feet stopped moving. H

" Hester said, her voice a flat, de

and walked straight toward t

it hard. If Hester left now, their secret attempt to

ntimidated by a sixteen-year-old girl burned through his vei

ld brass doorknob. She heard his he

smile touched the c

. The violent motion snagged the delicate clasp of her antique sapphire brooch. It snapped instantly, tumbling silently

stationed outside turned

letting them shake violently, mimicking the posture of a terrifie

bursting out of the room. He completely igno

hallway. She glanced back just en

had taken

he exterior doors that led to the South Lawn.

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Rising From Hell: The Vengeful Heiress Returns
Rising From Hell: The Vengeful Heiress Returns
“I was the Stanton family heiress, engaged to the President's son to secure a vital military alliance. But he cornered me in the White House sitting room, slamming a thick manila folder onto the marble table. "I said, sign the annulment agreement, Hester." He looked at me like I was dirt, demanding I step aside so he could be with a manipulative intern named Tricia. In my past life, I was a naive lamb. I cried and begged him not to end it. My devotion was rewarded with absolute cruelty. He ordered my bones broken and my reputation completely shredded. My trusted assistant forced poison down my throat, and I was left to die with a rope burning my neck. Until my last breath, I didn't understand. I had done everything perfectly for the family. Why did my unwavering loyalty only bring me a gruesome death? Why did the monsters who tortured me get to live happily in the highest seats of power? Opening my eyes again, the suffocating terror of the noose suddenly washed away. I was sixteen again, staring at the exact same annulment papers. "Hester, please. Just let us be happy," Tricia whimpered, reaching out her trembling hand. This time, I didn't cry. I picked up the solid gold fountain pen, stabbed it violently through the center of the contract, and prepared to drag the entire First Family straight to hell.”