The True Heiress: Legend Mode novel Chapter 2

The Corrington family's immense wealth and privilege had nurtured her well. Over the years, Rhiannon had blossomed into a tall, striking young woman with bright, innocent-looking eyes. At a glance, she seemed like the epitome of grace.

The outfit she was wearing easily cost upward of thirty grand. She was sure living an exceptionally luxurious life!

"Juno Mercer? What is the meaning of this? Grandma gets back, and you immediately start throwing your weight around?"

Rhiannon went on the offensive, her tone aggressive and demanding.

But Juno ignored her entirely. She tapped her slender fingers rhythmically against the sofa, waiting for something.

Rhiannon was taken aback by this blatant dismissal. Why did it feel like a completely different person had woken up in that bed?

Then, she let out a disdainful scoff. Trash would always be trash. How much could she really change? If she could kill her once, she could easily do it again.

Juno's fingers stopped tapping. She stood up.

The baggy hospital gown hung loosely on her frame, the sleeves drooping far past her hands.

She gracefully rolled up her sleeves, her expression unreadable.

Rhiannon shot her a confused look.

A second later, a bodyguard stepped forward carrying a silver tray. Resting on the velvet surface was the exact syringe the nurse had failed to inject earlier.

Rhiannon's expression flickered.

Juno closed the distance between them, her narrowed eyes locking onto the girl. "Look familiar?"

Rhiannon refused to take the bait. "Are you insane?"

Juno let out a dark chuckle. A flash of pure ruthlessness crossed her face before she suddenly kicked Rhiannon, sending her crashing to the floor. "You want to play dumb with me now?"

Shock registered on Rhiannon's face. Recovering quickly, she scrambled up to strike back, but Juno's hand flew out, delivering a brutal slap across her cheek.

Gerda's bodyguards were ruthlessly efficient. In exactly twenty minutes, a fleet of black SUVs rolled up to the Corrington family mansion.

The March air still carried a bitter chill. A bodyguard draped a thick coat over Juno's shoulders. She marched straight toward the main entrance.

When a security guard reflexively raised a hand to stop her, the man beside her instantly grabbed his arm and dislocated it with a sickening pop.

Juno swept into the main house completely unhindered, carrying herself with the terrifying swagger of a mob boss.

Several maids spotted her and scrambled out of the way in sheer panic. Hadn't everyone said she was dead? What on earth was happening?

The heavy double doors were pulled open. An older maid hurried forward, holding a pair of slippers. "Miss Rhiannon called ahead to say you were coming. Please change your shoes first. I know things are different out in the boondocks, but you really need to remember basic etiquette."

She expected Juno to smile apologetically and comply, just like always. Instead, she watched in absolute shock as the girl didn't even break her stride.

Ignoring the slippers entirely, Juno stepped right over them with her boots on.