Reborn Heiress: The Vicious Comeback

ing her lungs vanished, replaced by a vio

roat. Her fingers dug into the smooth, unbroken skin. There was no

er burning lungs. Her vision blurred, then

next to a glass of water. The da

in Geneva. Back to the exact morning before she was dragged onto

heels against hardwood e

s. Her racing heart slammed against her rib

ak door was

Behind her, leaning casually against the doorframe, was Marge. Marge was Johnie's personal clea

c energy that usually clouded her gaze was

rolled down the woman's spine. She forced a stiff smil

our medicin

up away. She sat up slowly, the silk nightgo

ped an inch. A gleam of t

ow, breathy chuckle. With a sharp flick of her wrist

tty-Jo s

face. Her hip clipped the heavy brass floor la

emeanor vanished. She gripped the syr

he tray. A microscopic smear of synthesized neurotoxin, scraped from the backing of a smuggled fentanyl patch she had hidden, transferred seamlessly to the plastic

tered with an

ny. The sudden drop in air pressure trig

s. She darted a panicked look toward the open door

s shards. Warm blood seeped into the white rug, but she didn't

ly carrying over the screaming alarm. "Southeas

yringe began to shake. She stared at the frail

ed, stepping closer until she could smell the st

s thundered do

pulled her knees to her chest. She wrapped her ar

d window, Betty-Jo crying on the floor, and Marge standing over

flawless French, pointing a shaking finger at

sed her hands, stammering in broke

pulled out a satellite phone she had stolen from the nurse's

rn, authoritative voice

e Senate Majo

to the phone, letting her voice crack perfectly.

tic staff has been successfully flipped. You will have eyes on the inside." He paused, his tone shifting to absolute authority. "Put the head of security on the p