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Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Ruthless Ex

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 701    |    Released on: 21/01/2026

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e floor seemed to tilt

ller slipped. Her head lolled for

iron, hooked under her knees and another around her bac

hrough the thin fabric of his dress shirt, she felt the solid wal

his voice vibrating throug

instinctively clutched his lapel, bunching the expensive

en a recoil, a slap, or a push. Now, she was clin

the chair. The "princess carry" felt cliché, but in

open and carried her to the massive bed, laying her down with a su

took her wrist, checking her pulse. His thum

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Reborn Heiress: Revenge On My Ruthless Ex
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“I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze. Dillon, the man I'd sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother's sapphire ring-the one they'd just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist. She leaned in and whispered that my father's trust fund was already offshore and that they'd sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he'd only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before. "This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late. I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon's lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me. Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air. I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand-it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon. The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything.”