Revenge: The Billionaire's Downfall

long, gray shadows across the city. Just as Brennen had promised, two men in discreet, dark suits arrived. They were quiet, efficient, and p

a woman who had worked in the penthouse for years and had al

your belongings out of this room," M

er heart a numb, heav

shortly to take this suite,"

ed, letting the hot water wash over her, trying to scrub away the filth of the last eight years. She put on a

open. A woman stood there, bathed in the morning light. She was beautiful, with the same

f amusement and contempt. She stepped inside, looking around the room as if

chosen her because she looked like Karina. He had spent eight years tu

as getting impatient for me to come back from Europe.

her box, intending to walk past Kar

polite nod, a final

umbled, her arm flailing out as if she had l

ed out, falling

lightning speed, his face a mask of pure panic. He rushed past H

st the sharp corner of a marble-topped table. Pain exploded behind he

terror Hayley had never heard before, not even when she had been

venomous look at Hayley over his shoulder. "I think... I think Hayley might h

oward Hayley, his eyes

to her," he

g. The injustice of it was so profound, it was almost

ze." His voice w

disbelief warring

s arms as if she weighed nothing. "You can stay in

. As they left, Karina looked back at Hayley. Her eyes were gli

long hallway to a room at the far end of the penthouse. It was a small, windowless space,

had always been jealous of Hayley, u

ered, yanking the chair out of the room. "And no food

stale. She slid down the wall to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees. The thro

ht on. Once, during a power outage, he had become almost frantic, and she had held his han

fresh, deep wound

cheeks. She cried silently in the cold and the dark, mour

stood there, silhouetted against the ligh

voice flat. "Get dres

gs were weak from hunger and cold

ss. "Oh, Hayley, look at you," she said, her voice full of fake sympa

e're going to be late for the charity

ward and roughly pulled Hayley to her feet, stripping off her simple clothes and forcing her into an eleg

t dizzy and sick. Her head still hurt, and her stomach was a tight

ttering jewels and expensive art

t was a small, unassuming piece.

ad a tiny, unique scratch on the clasp. It was her mother's. It had bee

her old life, of her true self. But she had no money. Dean controlled e

ure finally breaking. She grabbed his sleeve, her fi

voice a desperate whisper. "You

side. "Oh, that's pretty," she said, her voice