Reborn To Ruin: The Jilted Heiress's Revenge

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second chance. Not like this. Please, God, not like this.

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. Her skin was cool.

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sn't th

ht-streamed through sheer lace curtains. There were posters on the wall. A framed p

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ree-year-old addict. They were smooth. The skin was taut

ong. They didn't buckle. She ran to the ful

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ading over her shoulders. Her face was full of collagen, her eyes bright

her cheek.

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onto the plush carpet. 2024. Her

is ready! Don't ma

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in 2030, the eidetic memory exercises she mastered to memorize scripts, the years o

her hand. The confusion in her eyes

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room, her voice low and dangerous,