Poisoned, Shot, Reborn: Now Watch Me

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e words were pointless, like throw

just watched as his men hauled me to my feet. The pain in my leg was

in its intensity. He saw the new divorce agreement I was clutching in m

ancing at it before ripping it into confe

low. "You want to take my money and run? After you ju

. The man produced a syring

r bio-tech subsidiaries, a neurotoxin designed for experimental pain mana

ispered, my voice t

in a brutal grip. "Then you can suffer with her. You

the needle

ending in my body set on fire simultaneously. A scream was torn from my throat as my bo

ld counterpoint to the fire in my veins. "You're a leech. You've been feeding off me for years, and you can't stand the t

who built him, who shielded him, was now a le

k to the house, bac

dragging me back down. When the agony would peak, when I would feel my consciousness starting to fray at the edges, he would appear. He would sit by the bed, his

day, Isl

agile victim, but a triumphant queen surveying her conquered territo

f my pain. She turned to Elliott, who stood by the window, staring ou

d, Isla," Elliott s

e tried to kill our baby! She needs to be gone. Permanently.

first time, I saw a flicker of something other than adorat

is voice sharper than I'd e

e as long as I still drew breath. Her eyes, filled

w. This w