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Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises

Chapter 6 No.

Word Count: 678    |    Released on: 12/12/2025

d shared with Ethan. One wall was entirely glass, offering a pano

o a leather chair that looked like

anila folder on the desk. "Than

sparkling water. No ice. "I wasn't assisting you. I was protectin

roze. "I di

against the edge of his desk, crossing his long legs. "No. You didn

the glass never leaving hers. "Most people would

her nervousness. He was observant. "I'

look younger, dangerous in a different way. "Let's s

her file. H

e minutes as he read. He

harp. "These sketches... the chemical

ped the base formula for the bio-adhe

finger. "And Vance claims it's his b

lunteering in the archiv

property law is brutal. Without a patent

ps on my cloud backups. They predat

nd entered, looking pale. "Mr. Thorne.

ed him a

jaw tightened. He turned the tabl

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our lawyer's office. She's stalking Et

showed the guard approaching Seraphina, making her look

scrolling by so fa

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p suit. Obviousl

rty," Julian

ausea, but she pushed it down. "They want to break m

Julian asked, watching

es were dry. "I don't have a reput

eep sound that rumbled in his chest

You will? But I can'

his business mask sliding back into pl

he countere

ow. "You're haggling?

. And you hate Et

eded, a glint of amusement

paused.

ss strategy. We have a lot of work to do to clean up yo

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“My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool. For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office. The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation. My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order. Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve. Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one.”