A Dangerous Bride for the Mad Heir

s completely silent. As her eyes adjusted, t

rge frame sprawled across the mattress. His wrists and ankles were

onstant pain. A sheen of cold sweat covered his forehead. H

headphones on, eyes glued to the screen of his phone as he

er on the nightstand. The strange, s

e and, without a word, plucke

his expression quickly shifting to a contemptuous sneer. "Oh, it's you. The new t

et and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It was a copy of the two-m

out. Stay gone for the rest of the day. A fracti

led to his feet, grabbing his phone and jacket. "Yes, ma'am. He's all yours, ma'a

long brown hair and wedged it almost invisibly in the cra

he residue inside. Her eyes narrowed. It was a rare hallucinogenic plant from the deep Amaz

ce into the adjoining bathroom, dumped the contents

the man who had once been a king of finance

the pulse point on his wrist. It was erratic, thready, and

rette lighter. It was a portable blood analyzer. With practiced ease, she pricked Do

red light glowed on its tiny screen, displaying the chemica

family squabble. This was the work of a professional, top-tier a

unconscious man. "Your enemies are

precise and efficient. The country girl was gone, replaced by

the back of his neck and head. Her fingertips mappe

perceptible hard bump, hidden in hi

on the flashlight, and held it be

ament needle barely breaks his surface of the skin and initiates a slow-release delivery syst

osis was complete. Donny Beaumont wasn't mad. H

et the needl