The Vengeful Heiress's Deal With The Devil

Chapter 5

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ed off the train onto a dimly lit, pri

curity, marched forward with

g girl trailing behind his boss. His foreh

. Keith snapped his mouth sh

ack armored Cadillac Escalade pa

leg flared with every step.

door. He turned and stared at

inst the armored door fram

She forced her injured leg to move faster, prac

e heavy door slammed shut with

underground station, merging into

ment of the minibar and poured

er the ice. His piercing gaze

g her heart rate to steady. She

newly recovered daugh

ond before dropping the leverage.

e clinked softly against the glass.

what the Beaumont name meant. It meant bi

ther in her lap. "I cannot go bac

a fact. "I need you to pr

ned the bourbon in one swallow. H

and now you want my protection? Y

, she dragged her injured leg an

pped your episode in that cab

r pale, chapped lips. The

of her hands on his skin. The way the viol

against the unprecedented relief she had just provided. He leaned an inch closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous, predatory murmur. "If I take you in,

e understood the brutal terms of his world

after being reborn, she will make th

pressed the intercom button. "Keith

stantly slumped. She exha

ustion and blood loss dragged her down, and she slump

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“Brea Sinclair was finally brought back to her wealthy biological family in New York after years in the Rust Belt. She thought they had missed her, but the reality was sickening. They only brought her back to be a walking bone marrow bank to cure her sister, Caitlynn. Tied to a wooden chair in an abandoned warehouse, Brea could only watch as Caitlynn smiled triumphantly and confessed a horrific truth. Their mother hadn't died of a sudden illness; the Sinclair family had poisoned her for her trust fund. To ensure Brea couldn't fight the marrow harvesting, Caitlynn had a contractor douse the concrete floor in gasoline. "A tragic fire leaving you with third-degree burns and in a comatose state will make the hospital paperwork so much easier." With a serene smile, Caitlynn tossed a lit match into the fuel. As the wall of orange fire swallowed her, melting her clothes to her blistering skin, Brea choked on the smoke and her own distilled hatred. Through the agonizing pain, she swore a silent, bloody oath: if there was a next life, she would carve them all to pieces. Opening her eyes, the roaring fire and searing heat instantly vanished, replaced by the mechanical rumbling of train tracks. She was staring at her unburned, eighteen-year-old reflection in a grimy window. She was back on the night train to New York, on the exact day her nightmare began. This time, she was going to tear the Sinclair family apart from the inside.”