The Billionaire's Stolen Heiress
They had spent their lives insulating themselves from reality, and now, reality was walking through the door in a pair of Italian leather shoes.
Catrina walked beside me. She was pale, her side still bandaged, her gait guarded, but there was a fire in her eyes that made the most seasoned directors in the room shrink back in their chairs. She was the mirror image of the woman they had served for twenty years, but she was sharp, hardened, and absolutely, terrifyingly real.
"Mr. St. Clair," the Chairman, a withered man named Halloway, stammered, standing up. "This... this is highly irregular. The Matriarch is incapacitated, the legal status of the succession is currently in a holding pattern...
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