Reborn Heiress: Marrying The Disabled Billionaire

was brutal

ony railing was against Cordelia Webst

hts rushing up to meet her. Wind screamed in her ears, whipping her hair across her face, stea

Kasey Pugh, a triumphant, ugly smirk twisting her pretty features. They stood side-by-side

e wind. "Everything that belongs to

of any emotion. "Don't blame

ng the engagement ring on her finger, his eyes promising forever; Kasey hugging her, whispering how happy she was for

e, undiluted hatred. She wanted to scream, to curse them, but her

was a unive

was a wave of crushing regret. Regret for her own stupidity, for trust

m tore through her fading consc

ness con

linding w

st heaving. The feeling of soft sheets, not broken concrete, was beneath

her bedroom in the Webster family mansion. Sunlight streamed through a gap in th

the phone on her nightstand. The s

ek before h

ugh escaped her lips. I

ociety pages. A cold, hard certainty settled in her gut, displacing the panic. She knew, with the chilli

veins. This time, there would be no balcony, n

d in her hand.

Can't wait for toni

n her mind, the face of a viper hiding behind a sweet smile. Exposing them was ju

econd wife, Melissa-Kasey's mother. The company, Webster Enterprises, wa

the depths of her mem

rtune. She remembered a news report, a small article buried in the business section. A chemical

was happen

to reach the one man in New York whos

ied herself against the nightstand, her reflection in the vanity mirror showing a girl she bare

a reply. Then, she dialed the numbe

cold as ice. "I need

be a happy bride. It was to