Rising From Hell: The True Heiress's Revenge

. But it hung on her frame like a shroud, accentuating every sharp angle. She looked like a skeleton in designer clothing. The

re waiting," Stella reminded her

ont Estate in ways large and small. She paused at the indoor conservatory, something flickerin

nes. Mr. Harrison had everything removed." Stella delivered the

e name was a splinter lod

g Harrison dried-petal bookmarks once they bloomed. He'd teased her: You're my sister. You don't need to earn my love. But if this matters to you, I'll plant them with you. Harrison, who never dirtied his hands,

nt had been discarded-the flowers ripped ou

he clothes were absurdly oversized. Before she could speak, Harrison stepped forward, positioning h

carried the weight of a corporate executive dressing down an underling. "You were told to make yourself presentable. What is this? If you have gr

Montoya. Would you prefer I'd worn my academy uniform instead?" She

ya. He realized with a jolt that she hadn't called him brother since arriv

Don't blame Chloe." Harrison stepped aside, allowing

Come. Come here, child. Let me see you.

e. Her nose stung. She went to her grandmother and let herself be e

and over, "My poor child. You've suffered terribly. It's my fault-I'm old a

amily. The stress had nearly killed her. She held the old woman and managed a broken "G

led her mother once since returning. She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. Cassie, ev

for this sweet, considerate daughter.

" Eleanor's v

m. Burns. Knife marks. Patterns of deliberate cruelty. The injuries formed a grotesque map of suffering, each one a landmark of pain. Eleanor co