Rising From Hell: The True Heiress's Revenge

s-let them rot inside you. Understood? Don't think for a second

before. The

e of commanding an entire charity ballroom with a single waltz-were nearly destroyed, cartilage ground to nothing from years of forced kneeling on concrete. Without medical supplies, her surgical expertise was useless. A doctor with no medici

hed the

e, the commercial prodigy whose name commanded fear across the Eastern Seaboard. Tall, broad-shouldered, with features that belonged on magazine covers and an aristocratic coldness that hadn't

s voice cracked, h

n. Who had paid people to teach her obedience. Under his cold, assessing stare, Chloe couldn't stop trembling-a reflex burned into her

ght examine something unpleasant stuck to their shoe. "If you hadn't drugged Cassie's drink, she wouldn't be dependent on prescriptio

s voice cracked like a whip.

her knees on the gravel, head bowed low. The sharp stones bit i

that loving these people was like hand

ld have died before letting anyone hurt her. Her parents at Beaumont Estate would come for her. She was innocent. She'd been framed

pain with minimum evidence. Stripped naked and locked in industrial freezers. They wanted her to beg. To offer her body in exchange for a hot meal, a few hou

re you playing?" Co

was so narrow his hands could probably encircle it completely. Was she faking this fragility? Trying to manipulate him? Her ski

real hardship. This had to be another performance. He had ensured she would be kept in line, not broken. The disco

en the car door, and reached

her head, eyes vacant with animal terror

" Conrad's voice was ice. "Is this

at. In front of Conrad or her parents, she'd never had the right to feel wr

ily. She'd thought coming home meant being loved. Instead, her parents and brothers treated her like an intruder. Every time Cassie felt sad or slighted, they rushed to comfort her, as if Cassie were the one with Beaumont bl