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Reborn Princess: Burning Her Scornful Crown

Reborn Princess: Burning Her Scornful Crown

Author: Lan Zhen
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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1074    |    Released on: 06/02/2026

ide was too loud, shaking the very foundations of the Cr

shed i

ing of old leather and ex

the storm raging against the floor-to-ceiling windows. He wa

o tie around the bundle herself just yesterday. The fire licked at the edges, and for a split second, she sa

final authorization for the tr

adl

d forward, her hands reaching into the fire, ignoring the heat,

Not to pull her back from the

catching on the thick Persian rug, and fell hard onto her tailbone. Pain shot u

ey said. His voice was

rom his pristine navy suit. He adjusted his cufflinks,

e said, lookin

eras, the gentle smiles he reserved for charity galas-it was all gone. In its place was a f

, her breath hitching. "That money was

e I am the Crown, it's mine. You were just the vessel,

e. Three years of trying to be the perfect Crown Princess, of enduring his cold s

her voice trembling. "I have s

a short, sharp sound. "A

n his mahogany desk and pre

r opene

s wearing his silk pajamas, his hair tousled, but his

out a hand. "Jimmie, come here.

ooked at her outstretched

walked p

alked straight to Bradley

Jimmi

nt, the resemblance was undeniable. The same sh

" Jimmie said. H

oulder, a gesture of pride Fiona had

oftly. "Jimmie is mine. Mine and Icy's. W

orld

ing out the thunder. Her heart hammered again

he Duchess. The woman Fio

Her lungs felt like they were fil

en, blinding rage. She lunged at Bradley, h

er reac

bbed her wrist, his small fingers digging into

oded. Sha

ie let go, stumbling back against his fath

"Don't tou

his watch. "She's hysteri

ped his

hallway. They were huge, faceless men in dark s

," Bradley commanded

eamed, but her feet barely touched th

Bradley and Jimmie, standing by the fire.

n waiting in the driving rain. The door slam

ook at her. He just

winding coastal road. The rain lashed against the win

e yelled, pounding on the par

't answer. He j

s Curve. The cliffs dropped she

driver unbuckl

r was still moving at eighty mi

ar sw

nst the front seat, staring in horro

gainst metal. Th

tless

, im

water rushed in, filling her nose, her mou

eft her body, wasn't fear. It

vowed into the void. S

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Reborn Princess: Burning Her Scornful Crown
Reborn Princess: Burning Her Scornful Crown
“I spent three years trying to be the perfect Crown Princess, enduring my husband Bradley's coldness while pouring my family's fortune into his royal projects. I truly believed our marriage was built on duty and that our adopted son, Jimmie, was the bond that held us together. Everything changed on a stormy night when I caught Bradley in his study, calmly watching my family's trust fund documents-the entire Orozco legacy-burn to ash in the fireplace. He didn't even look guilty as he explained that I was never his partner, only a convenient bank account for the Crown. When I lunged to save the papers, Bradley shoved me to the floor with bored indifference. Then, the ultimate betrayal walked through the door: Jimmie. My son didn't run to comfort me; he took Bradley's hand and looked at me with pure venom. Bradley sneered, revealing that Jimmie wasn't adopted at all-he was his biological son with my best friend, Icy. "We just needed you to fund his future," Bradley said. I was dragged out by guards and thrown into a sedan speeding toward the cliffs. At Dead Man's Curve, the driver jumped out of the moving car, leaving me to plummet into the freezing ocean. As the water filled my lungs and my life faded, I didn't feel fear. I felt a distilled, murderous hate. I woke up gasping for air in my old bedroom, three years before the crash. It was the day of my fake infertility diagnosis, the beginning of their plan to break me. "The Fiona who listened to you is dead," I whispered, looking at my reflection. I didn't cry this time. Instead, I dressed in black and headed into the night to find the only man Bradley feared-the lethal, "boiling-blooded" Regent, Demian Ballard. I was going to save his life, and in return, he was going to help me burn the palace down.”