Reborn Heiress: Reclaiming My Monster Billionaire

n't roll in.

, shredded gasp from the back of her throat. Her spine arched against the conc

bs, bit deep into the delicate skin of her wrists. The metal ground

ered skylights yawned overhead. The air hung thick and stale, layered with the stench

led from her hairline, past her brow, stinging her

ed fog, a silh

broken roof. She wore a pristine cream haute couture trench coat, the fabric liquid and flawless. Not a single mote of dust dared cling to it. Her golden hai

of her. That melodic, practiced la

d one foot and drove the needle-sharp heel of he

as sickeningly wet and loud

single sound. Her vision swam, black spots dancing, but she held Coretta's gaze. She stared up at the woman she had called her s

ulled a hunting knife from her pocket. The blade gleamed dull and cold. She pressed

rl, Ginny?" Coretta whisper

ttering off the corrugated metal walls. The iron teeth sank deeper, carving raw furr

oed from the blackn

s broad shoulders. A silver lighter glinted in his hand as he raised it to his mouth and lit

an

e, violent rush. Her chest constricted so savagely she thought her ribs mig

d around Coretta's waist, yanking her flush against his chest. He

ut. She couldn't breathe

y, turned his gaze down to Ginny. His eyes were flat

id. His voice was steady, businesslike. "Yo

ed, ragged and broken. Scalding tears flooded her eyes, spilling over her lashes, carving pale tracks t

something uglier-a sharp, venomous jealousy. Even beaten, drenched in blood, and chained li

n the knife whit

nward in a sing

to jaw. The wound gaped open, a dark, wet mouth that instantly gu

e emotional cord in Ginny's c

er throat. It grew, swelling into a hollow, echoing laugh that boun

er arm and slapped Ginny hard across the face. The crack echoed.

s later, a heavy red plastic jug swinging from his

ck cap. She hoisted the j

er scalp, flooded into her eyes, soaked through her clothes. The sharp, chemical r

pty jug. It bounced ho

led a heavy windproof metal lighter from his p

hin blue fl

he lighter onto the gasoline

fire erupted upward with a deafening whoosh. The

thin and musical, barely audible over the roar of the flames. The

blistering skin. The agony was absolute. It erased every other sensation. Her flesh sizzle

ed up through the shattered skylight. Black smoke c

nded itself into her dying mind, I wil

ed her windpipe. Her lun

her chest, her throat, her face. Her

her ribs one final, viol

ing weight of the chains dissolved. A s

e the concrete floor, suspended in the thick, bla