The Psychopath Daughter Wants Blood
Language: en
When I was eighteen, the Blackwoods—the wealthiest family in the city—sent a black town car to our decaying mining town. They claimed my mother was the biological daughter of their patriarch, snatched from her cradle by a vengeful nanny thirty-eight years ago. A month later, they sent her back. But she didn’t come home in a town car. She came home in a pine box, a mangled corpse without a single inch of unbruised skin. I stared at the body, and a dark, electric shiver ran through me. I wasn't crying. I was vibrating with a sick sort of epiphany: JessieShe’s finally dead. There’s no one…