Reborn Heiress: My Ruthless Tycoon's Revenge

Chapter 2 The Uninvited Bride

Word Count: 807 | Released on: 02/03/2026

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d only

d this door and rolled out onto the highway three miles back. She h

her palms. The sharp sting

omed ahead, a sprawling beast of dark stone and gothic arches. It looked less l

e driver didn't mov

hed the door open, the cool

dn't bow. They nudged each other, whispering,

ly came?" o

mechanical whir. Low, consistent, approa

breath

the darkness. Ca

cal device. A heavy wool blanket covered his legs. His face was pale, the

s, filled with a mixture of exhau

r to recoil. He was waiting for the look of dis

e had mourned for mere moments before her own death. But this man... he was alive. The tyrant she had once fled was now the hero she had failed. The guilt was a physica

up the st

in front of Caesar. His hand rested casually,

erik warned. "St

ocked eyes with Caesar. She stoppe

suffocating. The maids held their

a desperate anchor in a sea of emotion, a simple, mundane

lipping for a fraction of a second. Be

chair. His knuckles turned the color of bone. He

a rasp, like stones grinding together. It was the voice

Athena lied, her gaze unfli

. But she was here, standing in his door

her scrubbed-clean face, the white dress that made he

r in,"

his boss, confused,

the manor was ten degrees colder than outsi

without a word. The maids dispersed, ignoring the bag. It was a te

hauled the heavy case across the marble floor. The wh

sar stopped. He turn

mething raw-pain, perhaps, or longing-crossed his face. But it vani

rs closed, swall

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“I lay on the wet asphalt, the cold rain mixing with the metallic taste of blood pooling in my mouth. My lungs were heavy, filling with fluid as my life ebbed away. Through swollen eyelids, I saw my lover, Clovis, and my stepsister, Alanna, standing over me with looks of pure triumph. "Thanks for the trust fund, sister," Alanna whispered, shoving a phone screen in front of my dying eyes. The headline was a jagged blade to my soul: Caesar Williamson, the "tyrant" husband I had fled from, was dead in a multi-car collision. He had died trying to rescue me, thinking I was in danger. The realization shattered what was left of my heart. The man I had spent years painting as a monster had driven into hell to save me, while the man I thought was my safety was the one who had just crushed my ribs with an iron bar. I had played right into their hands, ruining my reputation and my marriage for a lie. I watched them walk away, leaving me to choke on my own blood in the dark, discarded like a bag of trash. I wanted to scream, to beg the universe for a rewind button, to tell Caesar I was sorry. The darkness pressed down on me, heavier than the betrayal, as my world finally went black. Then, I was screaming. I shot up in bed, gasping for air like a drowning woman breaking the surface. I scrambled at my abdomen-smooth skin, no blood, no tear. I grabbed my phone and saw the date: it was three years ago, the morning of my wedding to the Williamson estate. I didn't waste a second. I scrubbed the "unstable" makeup from my face, threw on a white silk dress, and blocked the man who would eventually kill me. This time, I wasn't running away from the manor. I was going back to the husband I had once feared, ready to save the only man who had ever truly loved me.”