The Heiress' Reckoning

mock disgust. "You can't hide that cheap stench,

bles at a diner, scraping by on a few grand a mon

tier, each word dri

ower, glasses crashing to the floor. "Enough! You're thr

splashed e

er outburst. They frowned,

"Oh, come on, no one meant any harm, Miss Haye

mpted nods fr

nto high society, wouldn

y swinging the pocket-watch necklace

nched, breath

ound her, she bit her lip. "

ance, Kristian mo

and rage took ro

istian kept dragging her back, l

r names and settle

a raffle box. "Folks, I've got a fun game

d stepped forward, pulli

urprise as she read, "Stand on the twenty-seventh-

. This felt like a t

's arms, fake tears welling. "Kristian, I'm sc

, but the crowd qu

heiress. She can't d

. Her life's wort

stomped her foot, pouting. "Do you

waiting for

" Kristian cooed, his tone dripping w

n have a chance to flee before their

-floor balcony, cold

lly shaking off the bodyguards, b

. "Be good. If Laura's happy, we can keep l

ne carried a

there's no we. Just you and me. If I can't escape t

and ordered the bodyguards

the edge, tying bung

clapping and jeering. "Jump already. Let'

er eru

s. Evelyn's going

hem, locking eye

rotect her forever now

. She cursed her

imperiously. "What are you waiti

cross their employer, closed their e

ling her voice. She clung to

aving her dangling upside

its tip grazing the anchored ropes. "Oh, Evelyn, what a mes