The Unbreakable Heiress Strikes Back

amily estate, illuminating a glittering process

hday celebration, an event grand enough to dr

omebody

e rear garden. The orchestra was instantly drowned

ned back there!"

urried for the garden, with the rest of the g

ng heated outdoor pool had erupted into cha

Arabella Wright, Greyson Wright's wife. The other was C

ugh the commotion as a tall, lean man sh

aking off his jacket. He plu

a and made straight for Corinne. He locked an arm around her waist,

head to toe. Her face had gone frighteningl

into his arms and carried her out of the pool. Then he turned sharply toward the bodyguards standing near

rabella, even as she continued figh

bodyguards finally came to their senses. By then, Arabella had already

ir sliced strai

od shivering as streams of water ran fr

y member of the family had followed Corinne to the ho

ward the mansion, each step slo

rs carried openly through the night. No

rs. Wright is pregnant, and she

r. Wright left behind. She'd ev

ue

ed as a hollow, bitt

up. She'd called Arabella over, and th

ack to her bedroom, chills wracked her

sh clothes, and then crawled beneath the blankets. She had bar

urning her thoughts hazy and dra

droom door flew inward

ntire presence sharpened by a

!" he s

s locked around her slender wrist, and with no conc

t the hell ar

r body. Caught completely unprepared, Arabella

r twisting his handsome features into something vicious. "Arabella, you're a goddamn s

clenched, but there was no trace of yielding in her eyes. "How many times d

ou seriously expect me to buy that bullshit? That Corinne w

enough to hurt. "Enough with your filthy lies, Arabella! S

had misc

n shock. "How..." The wor

inne go so far as to sacrifice her o

face remained cold. "

rd out, he clamped a hand around her

" she demanded, struggling against

amily

la's entire body stiff with terror, c

served as the Wright family's private court, wher

rong, full-grown men bare

Greyson's grip with everything she had. "I

simply hauling her through t

him. The rough gravel path tore at her bare soles until they were scrape

ery corner of th

g the same grim expression. They had gathered for her-and judging by t

hair in the center,

e old man's features. His hand shot toward the cup beside him,

st apart at Arabella's feet, sendin

, carving through the skin. Fresh bl

s bellow shook the chapel

right family's collective rage pressed in from all

ver left her lightheaded, yet she drew herself upr

tly as she swept her gaze over the people surrounding h

nerve!" an outrag

of remorse!" som

very direction, the entire

his expression. Clamping both hands around her shoulders, he drove her downward,

force. She hit the floor hard, landing

o pierce straight to the bone. A muffled groan slipped

th. "You're getting two choices tonight, Arabella. Stay

ing his voice, every word dripping with