The Heiress Returns: Reclaiming My Legacy
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But it never came.
My body was trembling, and every muscle in me screamed from fear and exhaustion. I forced my eyes open, blinking rapidly, expecting darkness — heaven, hell, something. But instead, I saw the same dim, smoke-filled warehouse, the same flickering fluorescent light that swung weakly from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows across the floor.
I was still here and still breathing.
My eyes darted to my right — and that’s when I saw Jack. He was sprawled on the cold concrete floor, blood spreading fast beneath him like spilled ink.