Reborn From Ashes: The Heiress's Comeback

Chapter 4

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punched Alex's bypass code into the keypad of

ripped off her leather jacket and pulled the uniform on. She tied her hair into a tight bun,

champagne flutes and pushed through

eth. Lasers sliced through

idn't blink. She drove the hard edge of the silver tray directl

ar. "V01. End of the hall. B

ding to serve the adjacent booth. As she passed a tall

iece, followed by Haden's

turn in six months, Mr. Carrillo

the audio. It was heavy, suffoca

r collateral is tied up in litig

ugene's voice was like a s

ase, if you just look

out of my sight,

f pulling the fire alarm, the he

ds. He hit the Persian rug hard, the air rus

luttered down, slap

her back, pretending to wi

is breath. He didn't even look at the waitre

r mask. Step one, comp

t just walked into the private lounge next door with a black brief

private lounge. The Song Group helped destr

sliver of yellow light spille

stepped silently toward t

nsive whiskey and heavy

tep toward the

lammed shut. The dead

ashed directly into a wall

back of her neck. The grip was like iron. He sl

knocked fr

ed, feral eyes stared down at he

e twitched. His chest heaved. His body heat r

e Car

n her waist, his touch burn

was pure gravel, rough and danger

ibs. Her hand slid slowly toward the

nto the eyes

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Reborn From Ashes: The Heiress's Comeback

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“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.”