The Heir I was Meant to Hate

ning had unsettled her, but she couldn't afford to back down. Whoever was behind it-wh

" Sophia felt a chill run down her spine as she wondered who could have sent such a message. Was

essage, and she wasn't about to let fear control her. She knew that the Blackwood family had plenty of en

his own. But there was something else-someone else. Victor Blackwood. Damian's uncle had always been a sh

and Sophia could feel it every time she saw them together. If Damian trusted her, Victor might see her as a threat-a

hallway the next day. She had been on her way to meet Damian in his p

voice hissed. It was male, rough

emained still, pressing herself int

lied-this time, the smooth, cold voice of Elena, the

loser, straining t

continued, her voice tight with tension. "He won't let th

full of venom. "The girl's sniffing around too much. I c

at. The girl? She was the o

et rid of her if neces

being watched, monitored at every turn. And if she did

danger she was in. But Sophia wasn't one to back down from a chal

he could either retreat, tail between her legs, or she could push forward, determi

inder of the danger that lurked in the shadows. But Sophia refused to be int

er investigation, more cautious than ever. She knew that o

f resolve wash over her. She was in this now, and she w

much bigger than she'd anticipated. The Blackwood family's secrets were bur

st a pawn in their world of lies and deceit.

h. And the only way to do that was to keep playing

the feeling that she was being watched. She knew she h

m. She was ready to play