The Heiress Who Refused to Break

on my skin, cak

re rags, bare

got away, just that the sun was coming

, Alex Vanderbilt'

as stone,

car, his expensive shoes stopping a

me, and his

, what happ

rn in his voice

my whole b

ak, but only a

a silent wall be

et and gently put it

oap, not like the filth

the manor, Mr. Vanderbilt,

ning back to the car, eager t

gly thing he didn'

ong years, when all I wanted

aze felt l

the car, his touch

er, trying to make my

nt, except for my

lt estate, I was a g

she saw me, Mr. Vanderbil

noyed, like I was an inconv

was taken, his famil

t me so long, his slow, deliber

ed thousan

y life, a sum they argue

en, I could nev

they died, had le

ur hundred tho

e that burne

ine they never knew

my guardians, they kn

bly hoping they wouldn

t, his lover, she was there to

een my infatuation with

satisfaction now,

d me upstairs, away from

resence was a steady, quiet t

oing his job,

art that wasn't entirely dead

elt less lonely than being surrounded by people