Return Of The Betrayed Heiress
Sleep never came.
By morning, I was wired and bone-tired, my nerves taut as strings. So when my phone buzzed with an unknown number, I nearly ignored it.
answer.
We need to talk. - Rachel
Rachel.
My chest tightened. Rachel,Allen’s golden fiancée, the woman who’d spent months threatening me, defending him, trying to erase me.
I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the delete button. Why would she want to talk to me now? After Allen's public meltdown, after everything that had happened...