Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Predator

swallowed her small frame, its hem whispering against the polished hardwood floors. Her eyes were unfocused, her bare feet making

lowed by the rhythmic creak of a bedframe. It

her forward. Her hand, thin and pale, rested on the heavy oak door. It was alr

ack, her fingers digging into the plaster of the wall. A m

r, Angele. And h

onizing years, she had buried her true self, meticulously playing the part of a broken, mindless doll. This moment, this disgusting display of betrayal, was exactly what she had been waiting for. She watched q

d her weight, allowing her elbow to knock against the console table beside the door. A po

ke a gunshot in

ulian scrambled back, his face a mask of white pa

robe, her movements deliberate. She turned, and her eyes, cold and hard, locked

tempt. She reached out and pinched Isolde's chin, her nails digging into t

d response from years of abu

alice crossed Angel

ed Isold

oor. She stumbled backward, off-balance, her

arble corner of the wall

the dull, distant pain she was used to. This was real. It wa

e was no sudden awakening, no crumbling of a dissociative prison-only the razor-sharp focus of an operat

every detail clear and defined: the dust motes dancing in the hallway light, the faint scent

de's eyes go from a dim flicker to a raging fire

ctical situation. She was weak, unarmed, and outnumbered. The

pty haze. She slid down the wall to the floor, her gaze fix

smile spread

c patting. "Red water," she mumbled, h

lumped in relief. St

robe as if she'd touched something filthy. "Get the maids," s

hey grabbed Isolde's arms, their grips rough

t as they pulled her down the hall, she lowered her head, and benea

eft, closing the door behind them. The

mirror was a stranger-pale, thin, with a trickle of blood matting her dark ha

e had alre