The Ruined Heiress Plans Her Vicious Revenge

restaurant. The cool night air hit her skin, whipp

ke of her head, pointed vaguely toward the street as if she had already ordered a car, and walked q

exactly where she had left it, swallowed by the deep shadows of the oak tree. She unlocked the door, slid into the driver's seat,

ted with hours earlier-a Page Six stringer who went by the handle "RosieNYC" and who had messaged her

back instantl

tive bushes lining the sidewalk, a piece of glass caught the

the dark ca

aurant doors swung open. Brook

en. As she stepped off the curb toward the waiting car, the h

pped it tightly around Livia's narrow waist, pulling

of wine she had insisted on taking with her sloshed, sending a fe

white pocket square, and leaned his head down. He began dabbi

across the street, it looked exactly like Brook was b

rapid-fire burst of blinding white flas

on down, capturing dozens of frames

the harsh light. Panic flashed across his fa

head, shielding her face. He turned toward the bushes, h

rapher slipped through the stunned onlookers, jumped into a waiting sedan that screeche

scream at the valets. A slow, deeply

the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She felt a he

her head

perfectly still in the shadows, was

olled halfway down. A man was sitting i

inated his sharp, unforgiving jawline. He w

d his other hand, holding a crystal glass filled with amber l

He knew she had orches

throat. She stared at the stranger, refusing to look away, refu

window switch. The glass ro

ared. She slammed her foot on the gas pedal,

low, amused chuckle vibrated in his chest as Eloy Rhodes leaned forward and tapped the glass parti

wn. It was a message from RosieNYC on the encrypted app. Attached was a