Dying In Silence: The Unwanted Heiress

sting on the mahogany desk. The logo of the Manhattan Medical Center was printed

door. He walked in, his face tight, and

across the desk. He pointe

Dr. Finch said. His voice wa

ill. Her fingers reached out, stiff and uncoordinated. She flipped the page. The tips o

inch continued. "Based on the aggressive nature of the sp

to form a polite smile to hide the violent trembling

re there any targeted drugs? Someth

highly recommend you contact your lawyer to a

vements were robotic, jerky. She folded the thick paper twice and shov

p. "Thank y

r knees buckled. The strength vanished from h

abbed her forearm to steady her. His e

out of his grip. She forced her spine completely straight, locking her sho

early winter wind of Manhattan slammed into her, filling her khaki t

A black Maybach pulled up. The bodyguard opened t

ns?" the driver asked, looking a

lights in the traffic. "No. Ta

and pulled out a compact mirror. She turned on the reading

essing hard into her skin to cover the dark, bruised-looking circles. She fi

l's red carpet. Camera flashes exploded against t

ed a flawless, practiced smile on her fa

-plated banquet hall. The Downs Group anniversary gala was deafening

a towering champagne pyramid. He was

ht. He was looking down at his phone screen. Kaia caug

She reached out her hand, aiming to loop her arm t

He avoided her touch completely. His eyebrows slammed

lances. The women nearby whispered, their eyes full of mocke

only she could hear. "Do not play these pa

wed hard, fighting the urge to double over. "Gerrit, plea

his time? Are you going to use the Woodward famil

He turned his back on her and walk

of the Birkin bag on her arm felt like a hundred pounds of lead. The