Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Miranda was, in all honesty, just a regular person.

When it came to Elian, as a boyfriend, he actually ticked a lot of boxes.

What came next-that was a problem for Future Miranda.

Still, this was her first time really giving this kind of thing a shot.

In her last life, she'd spent most of her time hustling.

She'd carried more than her fair share of responsibilities for someone so young, and almost every waking moment was focused on herself and her goals.

As the heir to NexMed Labs a family legacy stretching back a thousand years— she needed to keep her grip on that position. Talent was only part of it; she had to work even harder for everything else.

Sure, plenty of people had tried to win her over. She'd just never cared enough to notice.

Speaking of her would-be suitors...

She pulled out her phone and scrolled back to the file Charles had sent her.

There was also a new, unread email.

Charles had sent over a fresh autopsy report.

"Couldn't get the sample. It's locked down. But hey, maybe try staking out the next murder scene?" Charles's message had that signature dark humor of his.

Miranda opened the report, reading it as she headed back to her room.

Honestly, after seeing Susie Everhart's case, she didn't really need the sample or the report anymore.

But she still read it, carefully.

The autopsy was top-notch-done by a big-name forensic pathologist.

like this were never made public. This

get his hands on it? That took some

had a world-class hacker

findings matched her suspicions, lining up perfectly with what she'd found in

now she was

from Crow's Eye was using

was the source of the

was just pure luck that the Everhart siblings had strong enough constitutions

it had just been voodoo showing up, she wouldn't have been all

world was a parallel of her own-most of the rules and storylines played out the

her off was

this

she had a bit of history

have followed her here, would

now, the museum was hosting

really

he'd probably

really was him, then,

but

deleted Charles's email and shot him a quick "Got it"

bed,

time we meet, will you

the message for a second, about to type a

Another message popped up.

want to, I'll just kiss you first.

eyebrows and sent back

than a slice of watermelon at a Fourth of July

Elian smiling like a kid in a candy store, Mr. Ashcroft all

any time,