The Malevolent Heiress

Due to explicit sexual content and excessive vulgar language, this book is highly recommended for the 18+ years age group. Please be advised that the following story involves triggers, so I don’t suggest continuing if any of the following bother you: blood play, miscarriage, abuse, rape, sexual assault, sex trafficking, explicit sex scenes, toxic tendencies, sexism, misogyny, torture, murder, naughty words, addiction, forced drug use... Please visit my website for the full list. !WARNING! This book involves a detailed RAPE scene. Your mental health always matters first and foremost! The Malevolent Heiress Playlist Behind Blue Eyes – Limp Bizkit Voices In My Head – Falling In Reverse Eye of the Storm – Pop Evil Heartache – From Ashes to New Complete Collapse – Sleeping With Sirens Madness – Ruelle Blood Runs Cold – Rain City Drive Low Life – Crobot Gasoline – Crobot Into the Light – In This Moment Beautiful Tragedy – In This Moment From the Ashes – In This Moment I Am the Fire – Halestorm In Chains – Shaman’s Harvest You – The Pretty Wreckless Break In – Halestorm Sick Like Me – In This Moment Blood – In This Moment 100 Little Deaths – Lilith Czar Always – Saliva Lifetime – Three Days Grace Coming Undone – KoRn #1 Crush – Garbage Saviour II – Black Veil Brides Rapture - Underoath Welcome to the Chaos – Fame on Fire Pass the Nirvana – Pierce the Veil King For A Day – Pierce the Veil Send the Pain Below – Chevelle Queen – Loren Gray Burial Plot – Dayseeker Just Pretend – Bad Omens Let You Down – Sleeping With Sirens Climate – Kxlly Copyright © 2023 Charli Owen All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Editor: Amy Wilson-Payne Cover Design: Charli Owen Front Matter Character Art: Eve Moons Art PA/PR: Peachy Keen Author Services The Amazing Castello Family: Chantelle Hailey Heathens and demons welcome to the final book of Malia and Liam’s journey. We are currently in line for an assload of fuckery and we are expected to be reading in approximately one minute or less. I ask that you please fasten your seatbelts, tell your partner(s) to kindly fuck off (or not so kindly #staytoxic), and lock your loud ass sex trophies (a.k.a children) in a far away closet... okay, maybe don’t do that. We also ask that you have tissues at the ready, naughty toys fully charged, pillows fluffed, and your therapist’s number on speed dial. Please turn off all electronic devices that may cause distraction during the duration of the book. Copious amounts of alcohol is strongly encouraged. (but also not cause fuck peer pressure) Thank you for choosing Dark Romance Airlines. Enjoy your flight. Penis. Contents Malia 1. Liam 2. Nathaniel 3. Liam 4. Liam 5. Nathaniel 6. Liam 7. Liam 8. Liam 9. Liam 10. Nathaniel 11. Liam 12. Malia 13. Malia 14. Malia 15. Nathaniel 16. Liam 17. Malia 18. Malia 19. Nathaniel 20. Liam 21. Malia 22. Liam 23. Malia 24. Tyjae 25. Liam 26. Lion 27. Liam 28. Nathaniel 29. Liam 30. Nathaniel 31. Liam 32. Malia 33. Nathaniel 34. Malia 35. Liam 36. Malia 37. Liam 38. Nathaniel 39. Malia 40. Malia 41. Malia 42. Liam 43. Malia Liam Malia The fire is warm against my shoulders as I sit, my bare back pressed against Liam’s firm chest, his large arms wrapped around me. Pulling me even closer to him, he rests his chin on my shoulder and his hands on my chest, tugging the soft flannel sheet tighter around us. I watch the fire he built for me as we just sit in the peace we’ve created in this old hunting cabin I love so much. He kisses my shoulder, stealing my attention from the flames. My head twists and I’m met with those blue eyes. There’s a somber edge to their usual luminosity. I turn my body to face him better, my sudden movement making Liam drop the sheet from around us. I reach out to brush away the worry creasing his handsome face, but he surprises me by grabbing the nape of my neck and pulling our foreheads together. Liam’s eyes close and I already miss the intensity of his stare. My hand rests on his cheek, coaxing him to look at me and, when he does, I’m taken aback by what I see in his eye—something I’ve seen before, even directed at me once upon a time. When I look into his beautiful blue eyes, they hold murder. I know it lives in my own eyes - it’s in my nature, after all - but I’m unused to seeing that intense brutality storming in his. “Li,” I breathe. “What happened?” Something is tugging at the recesses of my mind and I realize this isn’t real. Something’s wrong. This is only a dream. “I need you to hold on,” he says in desperation. I don’t understand any of this. My mind is beginning to fog and pull me out of his arms. My breath shudders and I hold onto him, not wanting to be torn from this peace. From him. “Don’t forget who you are, Little Warrior.” He pulls back to press his lips against my cheek in a kiss I don’t feel. “Do whatever you have to do to survive. I’ll find you. Whatever it takes, Malia, fucking fight.” “I believe you,” I whisper back, my voice fading along with the rest of me. I groan in protest as pain pulses through my head. My muscles coiled tight,