The Real Heiress's Bloody Secret
Language: en
When they told me I was the real heiress, I was busy with a corpse in the basement. I smirked, reading the provocative message from the fake heiress. I was currently on the organization's hit list anyway, so this "real heiress" identity might just come in handy. 1 My phone rang, making me pause my work. Seeing the caller ID, I was genuinely shocked. It was the police. Had I been exposed already? This fast? "Hello, Ms. Skylar?" "Mmm," I hummed in response. Listening to the officer on the other end, I let out a sigh of relief. It was about my background, my family. But how did the…