Betrayed Heiress: My Revenge

thought he held all the cards. He thought that because he was reborn too, he had an unassailable advantage

m piece by piece, until there was nothing left but regret. My grief from

s grief-stricken face, of my own blood cooling

d on my porch, decked out in a new designer dress and carrying a handbag that cost more than most

e sweetness. "I just wanted to come by and... s

aid, my voice flat. I made

ke that. I know this is hard for you. But Mark

lently to the doorway. He had been a gift from my father, my loyal companion. He sensed the h

, jumping back

t! It' s vicious! It

dn' t moved an inch, he' d only growled.

st have been waiting down the street. He r

rling! What

ms. "It was horrible! Chloe' s monster cat tried

ing to stone. He didn' t ask what happened. He didn' t wait for an explan

n' t you accept that you lost? You' re so pa

e past me into the house. Leo, sensin

the beast,"

nged, grabbing Leo by the scruff of his neck.

I screamed, lu

mirk on his face. "A lesson, Chloe. About consequences. Whe

le, brutal motion, he

lence. He dropped the cat' s limp body to the floor. Leo, my beauti

t silent. All I could see was Leo' s body. All I could feel was a cold, murderous rage building in

st source of simple comfort. He did it to hurt me, to show me his power, to grind my fac

done nothing more than swat a fly. He straightened his suit jack

he grief was a chasm, deep and dark. But beneath it, the rage was hardening, crystallizing into something unbreakable

im pay for it with

ars finally came, hot and silent. They weren' t tears of sadness. They were tears of promise.

as standing there, his expression a mixture of shock and profound pity. He

owerful and respected than the Thompsons could

e seen the

oice gentle. He knelt beside me, his g

be okay. He just looked at me, his eyes filled with a genuine

and brilliant, formed in my

wford' s compassionate face. The first piec