The Heiress's Sweet, Cold Revenge

one, fired and paid a large sum to ensure his

e now genuinely

ng his office. "This is a performance. Th

you see her eyes, Matt? She wasn't acting. She

that Jocelyn was a chaotic, unknowable force he couldn't manage was intolerabl

. One that was simple

as placed in the center of the table. It was a strange choice fo

nervous. She hadn't left her room m

yn, who was quietly eat

oice casual. "Let's eat t

at Matthew in disbelief. "W

No sane person, faking or not, would deliberately burn themselves. If she ref

at Matthew's challenging gaze. Then she smiled,

, Mat

her fingers heading direct

ndrew yelled, lu

ndrew's arm, holding him back. "Let

make a sound. Her expression remained placid, serene. She calmly retrieved a p

till in place, and carefully place

to the pot, retrieved a piece of ap

hattered brothers, her

id, her voice soft and melodic.

dam

lyn, grabbing her hand. The skin was red and blistering, the flesh alre

is plate, then at Jocelyn's beatific, smiling face. He had been so s

asn't Jocelyn

mind a whirlwind of guilt and horror. T