Page 71 of The Heir She Loved


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But maybe he was just that desperate.

Maybe there was someone whispering to him that I actually did have these secrets that I didn’t have.

Maybe it was something else. Something I hadn’t predicted yet. Not every plot twist could be predicted, after all, not even when the pen was in my own hand.

But I had to hold my tongue. I couldn’t bite back, I had to be a good pup.

So, I swallowed down the words I wanted to say, and found his unwavering eyes. “I am Olivia Rose, I am a writer, I am unbreakable, I am Claimed,” I said hoarsely.

His brows furrowed in irritated confusion. “What?”

“I am Olivia Rose,” I repeated, trying to put strength into it. “I am a writer, I am unbreakable, I am Claimed.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

My heart was thudding against my ribs, it hadn’t really stopped doing that in days. “I am Olivia Rose, I am a writer, I am unbreakable, I am Claimed.”

“Stop that,” he demanded.

“I am Olivia Rose,” I said again, my throat burning. “I am a writer, I am unbreakable, I am Claimed.”

Isaak snarled and turned to the man. “Hose her down, it reeks in here.”

“I am Olivia Rose, I am a writer, I am unbreakable, I am Claimed,” I shouted as he turned for the door.

“I am Olivia Rose!I am a writer, I am unbreakable,I am Claimed!”

The man stepped forward and pointed the hose right at me.

I locked eyes with him. “I am Olivia Rose, I am a writer, I am unbreakable, I am Cl—”

The water hit me like a cannon. Ripping me against my chains, my feet hitting the wall behind him.

I cried out, my clothes ripping off me, my skin burning, my cuts reopening everywhere that whip had hit me, everywhere Lillian’s knuckles had split my skin.

It felt as if a stream of rocks were being pelted at me at 100 miles an hour. I felt as if my skin was ripping from my bones as he lifted the stream towards my chest, my hands tearing in the chains.

I screamed, trying to turn my head away, snapping my mouth shut when the water hit my face, ripping my hair back.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t see.

I couldn’t scream.

“I am Olivia Rose, I am a writer, I am unbreakable, I am Claimed.”

“I am a writer, I am unbreakable, I am Claimed.”

“I am unbreakable, I am Claimed.”

“I am Claimed.”

“I am Claimed.”

“I am Claimed.”

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