The Lost Heiress: Never Forgiven (Sierra Xander) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11 What Happened

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After sending off the Xander siblings, Jonathan thought for a moment before dialing Sierra’s number.

The call didn’t go through.

He raised an eyebrow.

Blocked?

Not surprising.

Earlier, Bradley had briefly explained Sierra’s connection to the Xander family–though most of it had been complaints about her bad attitude, saying she was spoiled.

Jonathan found it ridiculous.

Neither Bradley nor Evan had spoken about her with the slightest bit of respect or affection.

They hadn’t even bothered asking why she needed a lab. They had just assumed she was being difficult.

And this was what they called spoiling her?

Still, it was a family matter, and he had no reason to get involved.

That should have been the end of it.

Helping Sierra had been a simple act of goodwill. If she didn’t want it, he wouldn’t push.

But for some reason, Jonathan couldn’t forget the way she had looked at him before leaving.

Understanding.

Disappointment.

And a finality, like she was giving up on something.

In the end, Jonathan made another call.

“Mr. Wagner, I need a favor.”

After arranging everything, he sent Sierra a private message on the forum.

“I found you another lab. If you still need it, contact me.”

There was no response.

Jonathan sighed but wasn’t surprised.

She was a stubborn girl.

Meanwhile, Sierra arrived at her destination.

She stood in front of the villa, her expression unreadable.

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And beneath that–fear.

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She hesitated for a long time before finally stepping forward.

As if expecting her, the door unlocked with a soft click.

Her heart clenched.

She took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

The first thing she saw was the man lounging on the sofa in a black robe.

Her pulse pounded–not from attraction, but from sheer terror.

She was afraid of this man.

She was afraid of Shane Goodman.

After all the effort she had spent escaping his grasp, she was now walking back into his territory.

Shane’s lips curled when he saw her standing frozen in place.

“Come here.”

Sierra took a shaky breath and forced herself to move.

Watching her stiff posture, Shane chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d come looking for me.”

She inhaled deeply, keeping her voice steady. “Warden, I need a favor.”

She wanted to get straight to the point. She didn’t want to stay here any longer than necessary, even if he had saved her life a few times.

Shane didn’t respond immediately.

Instead, he intertwined his fingers, lazily rubbing his thumb against his index finger.

The room was silent.

The temperature was comfortable, but Sierra’s back was already drenched in cold sweat.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Shane spoke.

“You know how this works. I don’t do favors for free.”

He tilted his head, watching her closely.

“What do you have to offer me?”

Sierra’s lips pressed together, her face pale.

The first time she had encountered Shane was when someone had nearly crushed her hand.

Back then, he had looked down at her from above and said-

“I can save you Your hand will be as good as new Rut you’ll have to give me something in return

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Chapter 11 What Happened

She had agreed.

She hadn’t wanted to be crippled.

And getting medical treatment meant being able to contact the outside world.

She had hoped she could call Bradley.

She had hoped he would help her.

Instead, all she got was a cold, indifferent response-

“We’ve already cut ties with her. Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with us.”

She had been devastated.

After that, she hadn’t cared about Shane’s demands.

But when she was sent back to prison, she quickly realized what kind of nightmare awaited her.

Shane was a lunatic.

He healed her injuries–only to let people hurt her again.

Verbal abuse. Beatings. Humiliation.

She would get hurt. Then she would be patched up. Then she would be thrown back in.

Over and over again.

Even now, she couldn’t stop herself from trembling at the memories.

If she had any other choice, she would never have come back to him.