The Heiress Curse; Reborn For A Cause
Her disapproval was a wall higher than anything Emma had ever climbed.
But what choice did she have?
Her stomach twisted, not from nausea, but from dread and yearning all at once. She needed Ross. Needed him in the way her lungs needed air, in the way her trembling hands needed to anchor themselves against something solid.
She sat back down, hugging her knees, eyes flickering to the papers she had abandoned earlier in the day. Contracts, plans, evidence, every piece of her revenge scattered on the desk like broken glass. She had spent months piecing herself together, and now one single heartbeat inside her was rewriting everything.
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