Reborn Heiress: My Ex-Husband's Ruin

aggressively prying at Genevieve's arms. He wanted

ou crazy bitch,"

Her teeth sank deep into the flesh between his thumb and index

aring his own skin against her teeth. He swung his other arm,

p walls of the cellar spun wildl

rms. He ruthlessly tossed the tiny body onto a

hat tore her vocal cords. She scrambled on her ha

d her flat against the freezing stone. His heavy weight crush

is breath was hot

inton whispered. "He'll drain the rest of your accounts tr

gainst the dirt. "My family will hunt you," she cursed,

knees beside her. He wrapped his large hands around her throat. His thumb

e at his skin, drawing fresh blood. But her oxygen-starve

d died. The cellar was plunged into absolute darkn

loor faded into a numb, consuming blackness. Her heart gave

of classical symphony mu

rvous system. She gasped. Her lungs expanded gr

pped open in

blinding light forced her to blink rapidly against the sudden g

pected to feel the deep, painful bruises from

ach. Her pregnant belly was compl

he exact dress she had worn to the elite charity gala in Washington D. C.

evious life, this gala was the true starting point of Clinton and Carolynn's conspiracy. When this initial kidnapping plot had ultimately failed to break her spirit or forc

clamped down onto her bare shoulder. The rough texture of the

isguised as a valet. He leaned in cl

ant to live, Miss Merr

frozen in terror. She had let

this

plosive rage. The naive socialite was dead. On

ped her sharp stiletto heel down with al

shoulder loosened just enough for the heavy fab

y of drinks. She grabbed a heavy crystal champagne flute

hed the heavy base of the flu

led backward, blinded by pain and blood. He crashed hard into a table of

upted from the surro

off her restrictive high heels. The c

wn. She tore the restrictive side slit higher, ripping

curity guards. She burst through the grand exit doors

nto the darkness, her bare feet slapping against the pavement. Her hea