The Genius Heiress Returns For Vengeance

Chapter 3

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gs. Pain shot down her spine. She gritted her te

his hand down, blocking her knee, while his othe

e twisted her head to the side and chopped

manic episode had completely shut down his nervous system's w

ce. Fists hit flesh. Boots s

aining. He was faster, stronger, and completely out of his m

, her fingers searching for the su

ment. He grabbed her

felt her bones grinding together

brick wall. The pressure on her side pocket became unbearable. She heard a fa

ground. Instantly, a sharp, unique scent filled the a

hit Beck

racted violently. His han

down. The rigid muscles in his arms

yanked her wrist free and raised h

n left his massive frame. He fell forward,

ling to hold him up. She rais

p sigh. For the first time in three years, the violent stor

ed at the end

Maybachs slammed to a h

followed by four massive bodyguards. He he

t his boss, the ruthless CEO of the Morris family, resting peac

men. She shoved Beck

from her, he lost the center of the

but a cold, obsessive darkness remained. He r

Annette said. He

from screaming earlier. He did not

the car," Be

The four bodyguards instantly surroun

ulging under their jackets. She knew she could not

old laugh and s

mbed into the back seat. Beckham slid in beside her

cent of the spilled perfume on Annette'

headrest. He closed his eyes and took a deep br

. He stared at Annette, his gaze heavy and ca

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“Annette was nothing but a mobile blood bank to her stepsister and her fiancé. Bound to a heavy iron chair in a freezing basement, she watched her own blood drain into a plastic bag. Her stepsister, Gayla, smiled flawlessly and whispered the ultimate betrayal. "Your mother didn't die of a heart attack. My father poisoned her for her patent." Her fiancé, Bryton, stepped back in pure disgust, complaining that the smell of her dying blood was unbearable. They watched her struggle against the metal chains, her wrists tearing open as the coldness of extreme blood loss drained her core. They had stolen her mother's wealth, her home, and now her life, leaving her to flatline in complete darkness. As her vision faded into gray, extreme fury flooded her veins. Why did her mother have to choke on her own foam while these parasites lived in luxury? She swore to herself with her last heartbeat that if she ever had another chance, she would tear them all apart. A sharp alarm clock rang out, and Annette's eyes snapped open to the smell of peeling paint. She was back in her cramped trailer at seventeen, exactly three days before her nightmare originally began. She smashed the mirror, grabbed her hidden cash, and headed straight to Manhattan to secure her mother's legacy before they even knew she existed. This time, the timid country girl they expected was dead. The legendary hacker had returned, and the game was about to start.”