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Chapter 13: The Stolen Legacy

Penulis: Judy
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-15 13:24:55

Lena stared at the glowing screen of the heavy, encrypted tablet, the harsh blue light illuminating the violent trembling of her bloodstained hands. The document displayed on the screen was a digitized copy of a deeply buried legal trust, dated precisely eight years ago—just three weeks after the warehouse explosion that had supposedly killed Adrian Hayes.

At the bottom of the final page, written in a sharp, elegant cursive she had known her entire life, was her mother’s signature. Evelyn Car
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    "Put a bullet between her eyes, or I swear to God I will drag myself out of this bed and rip her throat out with my bare teeth!"Isabella didn't gasp. She didn't weep. The cardiac monitor beside her bed shrieked in absolute agony as her pulse violently spiked. Still, her dark eyes—forged in the fires of the Alps, the ocean trench, and the lithium fire in her own stomach—were two hollow pits of pure, unadulterated freon.The woman standing in the doorway of the subterranean ICU didn't flinch. Helena Vance, the mother Isabella had watched burn alive in a cartel safehouse a decade ago, smoothed the silk of her tailored black mourning dress with sickening, aristocratic grace. Her cold, calculating eyes swept over Isabella’s bandaged abdomen, then settled on Julian, who stood like a statuesque, demonic shadow between the bed and the door."Is that how you greet the woman who built you, Isabella?" Helena purred, her voice a smooth, poison-laced velvet that echoed through the sterile room. "

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