𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
- 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘴
𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗔
My mother was a Confucius woman when she needed some motivational words. My father was an Einstein man when everything was crashing down on him.
Neither of the dead wise men are helping me out right now. Neither are my parents and all their words of wisdom.
To be fair, they probably never would have condoned me stealing another girl’s identity, taking her inheritance, and using it to get some very disturbing revenge on all the men who scarred me for life.
Five minutes ago, my world was just fine—well, for me it was fine.
Then Hadley showed up at my front door. I never should have opened the door.
“I’m Hadley Grace.”
Her name sounds vaguely familiar, though I’m not sure why.
“Okay.” I shrug, letting her know that name holds no importance.
“Logan Bennett is my boss.”
That’s…surprising. “Shouldn’t you be in DC? Heard the Boogeyman dropped another body.”
Her eyes light up in surprise, and she jerks her phone out from her pocket, cursing when she reads something.
“I’ll make this quick,” she tells me, holding up a file.
She thrusts it at me, and my blood pumps quickly through my veins as I flip it open to see my worst fears starting to come to life.
“Actually, you make this quick,” she says flatly. “Tell me why the hell you stole the identity of a dead girl.”
My mind races through a thousand scenarios, wondering how much she knows. I know without a doubt my inner panic isn’t showing on the surface. I’m the picture of composure. I’ve prepared for this, just not to this extent and with someone close to Logan.
“You always so thoroughly invasive with a friend’s girlfriend, or am I just special?” I ask the girl in front of me, keeping my tone cool and aloof.
“You really want to play this off? Fine. I’ll just call Logan. Tell him some lying bitch has been playing him like a fiddle.”
“Feel free to call him. As for stealing a dead girl’s identity, that’s a false accusation. But by all means, go ahead and make yourself look like a crazy jealous girl.”
I start to shut the door, but she slams her foot in the crack and stops it from shutting.
𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
Slowly, I open it back up, arching an eyebrow.
“Ten years ago, Kennedy Carlyle was in a car accident because she was high as a kite. Her wounds were ruled as fatal, but she miraculously survived. Now how’d she manage that?”
She’s purposely referring to Kennedy as a separate person from me.
She’s trying to make me slip up.
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The Mindf*ck Series
RomanceThis is the entire series put into one book. They took too much. Left too little. I had nothing to lose...until him. ***************** I didn't expect him. I didn't want to fall in love. But I can't let him go. Logan Bennett makes the world a safer...
