The Heiress's Unseen Revenge

oak tree on the edge of Central Park, the one Damien had once told me was his and Kiersten'

rough my thin dress. I saw them from a distance. Kiersten Bent

glass, his expression tender and full

he's the real Bentley heiress. She came to the

of the puzzle I never knew existed. I was a Bentley? The daughter of the h

soothed her. "I'll handle

ed. "And what about the ba

ths ago. The loss that had broken me, the one Damien h

"I never loved Ella. I pursued her for you. I needed her to ca

its axis. My stoma

r baby. It w

vessel. An unwi

" he whispered, strokin

me every week, the late-night talks, the way he held my hand. I rememb

. A calculated,

iersten pressed, pulling back

The miscarriage wasn't an accident. The embryo transfer... it was your egg, but it wasn't

idn't feel it. All I felt was a hollow, echoing horror. He hadn't just used me. He had violated me in the most pro

d cared for me during the pregnancy. He cooked for me, made sure I took my vitamins, forbade me from

ed, the bitter taste of betrayal filling my

, I saw him get

out a ve

voice ringing with sincerity. "

red, her tears suddenly gone, replaced

has already agreed. He needs the Wolfe Media Group alliance more than he needs a long-l

tered even in the dim, rainy light. "I've handled eve

umphant smile. She threw her arm

ssive claiming. They clung to each other in the

ing, and walked away, leaving m

sob. It was a laugh. A broken, hysteric

oke. A tragedy written

A pawn. A surr

ide me shifted. The despair began

me. My love, my body, my chil

d the email from the American Ballet Theatre, the one offering m

red over the

d disappear. They t

h as I rose from the ashes he'd left me in. I wou

et the day he ever he

y reply.

m me, and walked away from the park, leaving t