When Love Costs Everything: An Heiress's Revenge

pains had subsided into a dull, throbbing ache. The cold from the

digital clock on the nightstand glowed: 3:15 AM. Andrew wa

hardened in its place. The tears were gone. The hurt wa

a few changes of clothes, some books. Most of my life was packed away in storage, waiting for

. I slipped it into my pocket, along with my wallet. I took one last look at the ma

hallway. The front door was my goal, my

he doorknob, a light

o you think

obe pulled tight around her. Her e

," I said, m

oving to block the door. "You're no

stomach. "This is my baby, Maria.

"It's the only thing that makes you useful. You think I'm going

, trying to wrench it from

!" I yelled,

eled by a possessive fury. She shoved me hard. I lost my balance, stumbling

gh my abdomen. It was different fro

rapidly across the front of my light-color

me. The last thing I heard before everything