Rising From The Ashes: Her Sweet Revenge

years

t and forgiving. Chloe Turner lay on a reclining medical

snipped the last piece of medical tape. Her movements

d softly. "Are you absolutely sure abou

and steady, replied. "I have to go back. Ch

ed into a rapid,

her, then a third. Chloe, exhausted but alive, hol

ngry burn scars, gritting her teeth as she forced her

hind her. The one hundred million dollars-the price of her life-had not been for survival. She'd deposited the check long before the fire, after e

e clinic. Maya began to unwi

voice continued, strong

yer of gauz

ld up a

cheekbones and a jawline that could cut glass. Breathtaking. Aggressive. Only the eyes remained

n of her new cheek. She studied the reflection,

ner," she

of identity documents. The name on the c

JFK International

e oversized sunglasses and a blood-red trench coat. She pushed a luggage cart with one hand. Per

l with wide, curious eyes. They were four years old. But as Lily stumbled on the uneven pavement, Joey's hand shot out to steady her. The ch

lasses. She looked up at the fami

spread across her

she murmured

. "Mommy," he asked in a small, quie

ough Joey's chest. She quickly knelt, her expr

entle. "We're here to start a new life.

ustling city around her, her head tilted, her small ha

cool determination. She pulled out her phon

ugh the line. "Welcome home, Yo

rifted to a massive electro

arlisle Group global initiative. He looked older, more mature. The lines around his

y, endorsing a luxury makeup brand. She was a star now, h

y's eyes, so fleeting it was almos

er childre

er voice bright. "Let'

ps even and graceful. Each click of her heels on the

tain wa