Reborn From Ashes: Marrying The Dying Supreme General

nd burning flesh filled her nostrils. An unbearable heat seared her skin, and she could almost hear the cra

her breath catch

ffocating smoke was repla

cé, Brenden, and her own family had left her in. This was a pristine white room, the walls bare except for a single,

at the Serenity Pe

e, unmarred. She touched her face, her arms. No burns. No scars. Just the faint chill of sw

n the large, gilt-edged mirror. The woman staring back was her-Arden Monroe-but younger. The fine lines of stress around her eyes were gone. He

bling fingers. She splashed icy water onto her face again

It was a memory. A

igned the committal papers. Her father, Claus, turning his back on her pleas. Her fiancé, Brenden Single

putation, her trust fund. And when she refused

ly protective assistant, Jennie Cooper. They had framed her, thrown her in prison to silence her, to keep her from exposing their lies.

her voice cracking. The nam

n in a simple, professional dress walked in, carrying a gla

without the haunted look she'd wo

r voice soft with concern. "Di

s that had been a hollow ache in her chest for what felt like an eternity was suddenly replaced by

Not now. She took the glass from Jennie, her hand shaking so badly that wa

Jennie?" Arden asked, he

confusion in her eyes, but answer

ey had first locked her in here

eal. She

de the panic. She had a second chance. A chance

r. Delmar Monroe, called. He said he will be visiting thi

ered this day. This was the day Delmar had come with his ultimatum. Agree to let Br

the end of t

e click. The trembling in her hands had stopped. Her gaze, w

her voice devoid of any emot