A Contract Marriage With The Cruel Heir.
Something that made her hives feel secondary to the fear crawling up her spine.
“I will return soon,” he said, his deep voice carrying across the hall like a judgment, “to collect what is owed.”
Without another word, he turned and walked away. The crowd parted for him as if he were royalty or a predator. Within minutes, the gala began to dissolve. Guests whispered furiously as they left, the night ruined by scandal.
The moment the last important visitor disappeared, Isabella snapped.
“You stupid, worthless little bitch!” she hissed.
Isabella’s hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of Mirabel’s wet hair. Pain exploded across Mirabel’s scalp as her adopted sister dragged her through the mansion co