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Reborn Heiress: The Billionaire's Deadly Vow

Reborn Heiress: The Billionaire's Deadly Vow

Author: Felix Turner
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1275    |    Released on: Today at 14:50

a bang, but with a cold, creeping numb

r limbs. Alexandr lay crumpled on the cracked, frigid concrete floor of an abandoned Brooklyn warehouse, the coppery, metallic tang of her own blood thick and choking in her throat. Her vision ri

odward. Her adopted

nous, hollow space, crisp and unmistakeable

licking a dark crimson droplet from his tailored cuff

andr's fading soul. "Oh, don't be such a baby. She's always been hopelessly gullible. Did y

ken body. With the last spark of fading strength in her chest, she mouthed a silent, venomous curse. Her consciousness fractured and detached; a strange, weightless lightness lifted her, higher a

is chest. They kissed, a slow, hungry, passionate embrace, their silhouettes sharp against the dim glow of the single bar

ward Corp out of bankruptcy," Jemal murmured agains

" Claire whispered in reply, her voice laced wit

cement. It was about erasing her. It had always been the two of them, waiting in the shadows for years to steal her life, her name, her fortune. A viole

nd superior. Every sweet promise Jemal had ever whispered to her, every soft "I love you", had been a deliberate lie, thread by thread woven into this elaborate, years-long deception. Regret settled over her like a lead shroud, heavier than the broken w

e to leave. Their footsteps echoed loud through the empty warehouse, then faded into distant silence, leaving the vast space drowning in utter desolation. A

nd fade entirely, a new sound sli

house's rusted metal door burst open violently, and a tall, broad, imposing figure strode into the dim, grimy space

on Sh

d merger-an engagement she had broken off years ago, fully convinced by Jemal's poisonous words that it was

able mask of cold composure shattered in an instant. The iron control he wielded so effortlessly in boardrooms and billion-dolla

er blood. He paid no heed to the crimson stain seeping rapidly into the pristine wool of his tailored trousers. His large, usually steady han

only a choked, guttural sob of complete, hopeless desp

red silence. Why was he here? Why was this c

fied his brutal reputation, as if she were the most precious, irreplaceable thing in the entire world. He held

broken and hoarse, thick with a grief so anc

re his sharp curtness had made her feel small, clumsy, and unwanted. She had been so certain h

e, so unwavering and absolute, it burned like a raging inferno, searing straight through her translucent spirit. A sharp, crippling guilt

raveling. The overwhelming, burning force of his hidden love blazed like a lone beacon in the

hadowy gloom of the warehouse. She stretched out her ghostly hand, desperate to understand,

ht faded into the void,

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