Axe Wielding Heiress Defies The Elites
Language: en
I was out back in the woods, mid-swing with a splitting maul, when a guy in a suit showed up claiming he was my "protection detail." The poor guy looked like he’d seen a ghost—or maybe it was just the way I handled the axe. He dropped a slip of paper with an address on it and bolted before I could even ask who was paying him. The night before I left for the city to join the Montgomerys—my biological family, apparently—my foster mom gripped my hands tight. She wouldn’t stop fretting. "The city’s got lights and money, Aggie, but those high-society types? they’ve got rules that’ll suffocate a…