The Heiress Who Came Back

el, her knuckles white. She stared at the

is it. This is yo

to me, her

th Ethan Lester. His family is old money,

, my hands co

dropping low, "do not let Molly anywhere n

it all. The torn clothes, the fake bruises, the rage in her lo

, in this car, just mom

Mom," I said, m

of them, along with Molly' s father, had orchestrated my de

about Molly, I was confused. I defended

lty got m

et a light sentence. Then she married him. Molly, her real daughter,

this time, things

was pounding, not with nerves, but with cold, hard resolve. I was walking

n't the victim.