Reborn From Ashes: The Heiress's Comeback

Chapter 3

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diating from Donavan was a physical forc

He picked up a thick stack of papers and t

his voice devoid of any human emotion. "Your existence is

agreement. Her eyes scanned the brutal clauses. No

pen from the desk and signed he

tossing the pen down. "I hav

jaw ticked. He grabbed his suit jacket an

w your place. The Masons don'

ed the d

dropped. This dead, loveless marriage

door. She pulled the he

eap suitcase, she pulled out a

dark eyes. She put in a wireless earpiece and d

alling me on your wedding night? The ic

apped. "Give me the update

Hellfire Club in Manhattan right now. He's ha

ers froze on

pered in Wall Street like a curse.

oject as collateral to get a massive br

letely swallow Beauvais Fashion. Her f

nt rhythm against her ribs. She

Sloane ordered. "Find me a b

ed on a skin-tight black leather motorcycle suit. She

in was still pouring. She checked he

trade and shimmied down the thick ivy

ows of the garden, dodging t

ce crackling. "I had to bribe a fired groundskeeper to use the old smuggler's trail on the back hill just to get it past Mason security. It'

the engine to life, and shot down t

ack Rolls Royce glided down

his silk tie off. The dead, cold look in his eyes v

assenger seat handed h

t said respectfully. "Hade

bloodthirsty smile twisted his l

treets of Manhattan. She killed the engine

She pushed the heavy steel service door open. The thumping

unt w

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Reborn From Ashes: The Heiress's Comeback

Marnie Nomura Billionaires

“I gripped the wheel of my Porsche through a Manhattan downpour, staring at the positive pregnancy test on the passenger seat. Haden's voicemail was my only answer. A semi swerved into my lane. Brakes failed. I slammed into the guardrail, airbags exploding, pain ripping through my gut. Headlights pierced the rain. My sister Corrie stepped out under an umbrella, smiling coldly. "Beauvais Fashion is liquidated. Dad's dying." Haden stood beside her, eyes dead, shoving equity papers through the window. "Sign, or no ambulance." I tore them up. Corrie lit a flare, tossed it onto the gas-soaked seats. Flames whooshed as they walked away. I woke strapped to an operating table, agony tearing me apart. "No heartbeat," the doctor said. Nurses pinned me down. Instruments invaded. Corrie dropped a death certificate on my chest, then set the room ablaze with alcohol and a cigarette flick. Smoke choked me. A cabinet blocked the door. I collapsed, burning. Then a man in black burst in, scent of cedar and tobacco, scooping me from the fire. Five years later, I'd rebuilt myself as Sloane, flawless and cold. I signed a sham marriage to Donavan Mason, nursing his dying grandfather in their estate-the house that swallowed my father's legacy. Betrayed by my lover and sister, child ripped away, identity erased-how could they do this? Who was the man who saved me? Now, I infiltrate their world, armed with secrets and scars, ready to burn them all down.”