The Orphan Heiress: Reclaiming My Stolen Life

tains. The gale scattered the warm smell of cigar smoke and lilies, and

g down his temples and over his limp right arm. Beside the coffee table, Preston scrambled backward across the

bun coming loose. "Chase! Oh my god, my child! Someone ca

two sons lying on the floor. His chest heaved violently, and

g finger at Elena. "What kind of gutter street-

d the center of the hall. The hard heels of her boots clicked sharply ag

her cashmere shawl over her head, shrinking

ripped the shawl off Carley's head, and clamped her strong

mless dark eyes. She was shaking like a l

wdered jaw. "Three days ago, when you threw yourself into

wide eyes. "I... I don't kno

her free hand and slapped Carley across he

deways onto the sofa arm. Five red finger marks swelled instantly on her righ

"How dare you hit her! She is the only b

ughter, but the instant Elena turned her blade-sha

voice flat and cold. "That slap is the interest on every ch

n her face. The burning pain and humiliation on her cheek drove h

asped hoarsely, "You're dead, Elena! Manhattan high

wiped each finger of her right hand, as if touching Carley's skin

ll know exactly how much filthy, rott

d bird. The secrets buried in the Hendrix household-the ones only he and a few others knew-had n

nonsense! We fed you, clothed you, and paid for thre

Lock her up! Throw this jinx back in the cellar and never let he

pockets. "Save your breath. Breathing t

ou're not going anywhere! You think you can walk out of this house after what yo

d from the floor. "Throw her ba