Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

"What's this?" Miranda eyed the stack of documents Elian had just placed in front of her.

She'd just dropped by to check on Elian's injury. She was barely through the door, and he'd already had someone set the papers down before her.

"You'll know once you take a look," Elian replied, a smile playing on his lips.

He usually had his hair slicked back, but today his bangs hung loose, soft and smooth. He looked a little more gentle than his usual edgy self, like a big, tail-wagging shepherd.

Miranda picked up the stack, clearly puzzled. Just then, she noticed Elian was undressing. "What are you doing?"

Elian was halfway through taking off his shirt, revealing his abdomen, his V-line abs conspicuous.

Elian gave her an innocent look. "Taking off my clothes, how else are you going to check my injury then?" Miranda spared him a glance before turning her attention back to the documents. As she skimmed through, her eyes narrowed.

The papers detailed years of incidents involving Dorian and Arabella. Maximus had been investigating, but Elian's files were far more comprehensive than his.

They chronicled numerous misdeeds tied to Arabella, along with the illegal and unethical deeds the four Hawke brothers had committed, like the mysterious disappearances or expulsions of anyone who crossed her path even since Arabella started school.

There were accounts of Arabella bullying classmates, even driving one to despair-induced suicide, with the parents coming to her for an explanation yet the Hawke brothers paying them off to keep quiet. And the Cathy case, revealing more connections and crimes involving the Hawke family.

been looked into these cases, yet Elian's documents appeared

setting the documents aside. Her question was about herself being the

was off, and she couldn't

pounced forward, stopping just inches from her face with his hands supported

an emotion as

he spoken than he winced, a look of discomfort crossing his face. His whole body seemed to

small silver needle protruding from his wrist

flick of her hand, Miranda pushed him back onto the couch and stood up smoothly. "Talking is fine, but no need for the

Elian, now slumped and powerless on the couch, her eyebrow slightly moving. He seemed

"Be good, and call me 'Dad', and I'll take that needle

furrowed tightly,

his gaze

vel

a stubborn Hine, looking for all the world like a man

devilish nature.

if he were a puppy. "Aw,

seemed to have been muzzled. With a hoarse voice, he managed