The Real Heiress Rules the World

“Jill!” Sean’s heart nearly stopped at the sight before him.

All around them, the riding arena had exploded into chaos–shouts, screams, hooves pounding against dirt.

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Sloane’s chest clenched. She didn’t hesitate for a second. Urging her horse forward, she shot across the field like an arrow loosed from a bow.

The black stallion was still on a rampage, kicking up dust with every wild step. Its eyes were bloodshot, frothing at the mouth–completely unhinged.

Jill’s horse was just as terrified, bolting blindly across the field. Jill clung desperately to its neck, her face white as chalk, tears brimming in her eyes. She bounced helplessly with each jolt, about to be thrown at any moment.

Then, with a violent jerk, Jill was finally tossed from the saddle–but her foot caught in the stirrup. Her body dangled just inches above the ground, dragging limply behind the runaway horse.

Sloane’s heart dropped. Without pause, she veered toward the raging black stallion. As she drew close, she yanked a hairpin from her bun and, timing it perfectly, drove it into the side of the stallion’s neck.

The sharp tip sank into a nerve point. The stallion shrieked in agony, rearing up high and flinging its rider from the saddle. With a final scream, it collapsed to the ground.

breathe. She

still tearing across the field, dragging her behind like a ragdoll. One wrong

leaned forward, closing the gap. When she drew even, she sprang from her saddle with practiced precision and landed on Jill’s horse, In one smooth motion, she bent

wasn’t over yet. The horse was

but clearly. “Jill, listen to me. I need your help. Grab the reins. Help me control

fear, but she nodded and reached out,

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though slower now–until Sloane lifted her hand to her lips and

the bedlam like a blade. The moment the sound reached the horse’s ears, it flicked them toward her and stumbled,

low and steady. Step by step, the frenzied gallop slowed to a trot… and then

edge of the

Gently, she helped Jill off the saddle and onto the soft grass. Jill’s legs trembled under her, but she was safe. Her face was pale, her eyes still wide, but