The Orphan Heiress: Reclaiming My Stolen Life

utting visibility down to less than fifteen feet as Elena slipp

ardrails and slammed nose-first into the rocky cliffside. White sm

ng the road. The doors flew open, and eight men in tactical Kevl

e-layered armored glass, covering th

Elena watched the gunmen's footwo

bespoke black suit rolled out behind the heavy door and fired a Glock pistol three times in half a

r clung to his sharp forehead, and his pitch-black eyes burned with ruthless fero

uit jacket, pouring bright red blood into the rain. His m

ed the trigger again, and the slide locked back on an empty magazine. He leaned his head back agains

ht at Gideon's forehead. "Gideon," the man said in a heavy Easter

ger, a slender black shadow dropped sile

st, three titanium acupuncture needles flashed through the rain and sank d

breath. Their bodies went rigid, and they collapse

shock, swinging his gun barrel

with her left hand and twisted upward hard. The loud crack o

rsed the grip and slammed the heavy iron butt straigh

e left, drove two stiff fingers into the nerve cluster under his armpit, and kicked him square in th

the tree to the last man falling,

pistol, tossed the metal parts into a puddle, and tur

ecret five-star commander of the International Security Alliance, he had seen the deadliest special

reath, his deep voice rough over

out a trace of emotion. "Nobo

of blood. With trembling fingers, he unclasped the one-of-a-kind custom Vacheron Constantin tourbillon wa

Manhattan," Gideon said, his dark eyes locked on hers.

leather checkbook cover. Setting up her independent lab and crushing Hendrix Industries required

it into her pocket. "Deal. Wire transfer only-two hundred million d

ideon's pale lips. "Deal. The keys

m into the back seat of the lead SUV, and climbed behind th