The Vengeful Heiress's Deal With The Devil

Chapter 6

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She was lying on a massive be

absurdly luxurious, the walls adorned

leg had been professionally stitched a

ed a silver cart into the room, loaded

in Long Island, miss," the maid

on the plates quickly and efficiently, ne

feet sinking into the thick Persian

and marble corridors

ices bled through a set of parti

sed her back against the wall,

oice belonged to Arthur Kens

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aring the city apart looking for their missing older da

sical strike. Her hands curled into tight f

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loor. Footsteps stomped toward the door, and the ol

ent, Brea took a breath and p

desk, flipping through a stack of

. She reached out and grabbed th

of pleading in her dark eyes.

old eyes shifted down to her

back, smoothing out the fab

ws who

harbor useless pets," he stated,

y team will be watching every move you make. Prove to me you have the teeth

shed instantly. It was replaced

ok a step back. Her spine st

nod. She accepted the br

his desk. "Keith. Get the car

walked out of the study wi

a black sedan, watching the iron gates o

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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.”