The Heiress's Sweet, Cold Revenge

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n Fuller, his b

akely family, mistakenly swapped a

mess of street-smarts and anger

ng to assault Stella, the girl

sent h

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er lap. Her wild, defiant hair was now tied back in a simp

en, a stark contrast to the snarling defi

eyes on the ro

a terrible thing to do. I was sick. I under

was exactly what they wanted to hear. A flicker of

cility, he saw the director, Mr

le, and he wouldn't meet Jocelyn'

was probably just glad to b

n with Mr. Duncan, the one where she calmly detailed how she could use his gambling de

er go. He was praying s

e rust belt foster homes Jocelyn grew up in. It was a wor

tech empire, was waiting for them in the foyer. He

ked at her, his gaze sweeping ov

low and dangerous, "I will send you back to that plac

and docile. "Yes, Matthew. I

autiful, poised, and played the part of the fragile victim perfectly. Sh

d," she whispered,

hed, stroking her hair. "

d small in the massive hall, and then at Stella, wrapped in their older broth

er, the tension was thick

s. Stella, with a bright, false smile, pl

ur steak well-done, Jocel

Stella knew Jocelyn was allergic to from a file she' d demanded f

e, then at her brothers. S

, her voice like a chi

rd and unsettling. Andrew shifted i

Matthew snapped, irritated

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efined manners of a Blakely, but with the ravenous hunger of someone

e back of her hand before catching her

p at the hospital," she said with a

I paid for the best private care. Top-tie

ne of pure, uncomprehending innocence. "Oh.