Reborn Embrace: Taming the Possessive Tycoon

Chapter 6

Word Count: 734 | Released on: 21/04/2026

track, the metal scraping against the tiles with a harsh shriek. Then he swept her off the gro

nd his neck. The small puppy, still clu

et animal. His brow furrowed in disgust, but h

tor, bypassing any staff who might see them. The elevat

seats a stark contrast to her soaked, shivering body. He cranked th

n discomfort. He pulled a thick cashmere blanket from a compartment

haking so hard her teeth chattered. The puppy

the door shut. The enclosed space was suddenly fi

en. "You dare hang up on me again?" His voice was shaking with a terrifying, barely leashed fury. "Your life belongs

Tears welled in her eyes. "You were bu

replaced by a ghastly, pale shock. He remembered the call. He remembered Eugenia's manufa

heaving. A pained, choked

en only by the hum of the heater and the distant, m

is face. The cold, ruthless mask was gone

ling, ice-cold hand and

. His expression was a tangled mess of

y a whisper, "that you were more worri

the puppy into a crushing embrace. The force of it knocked the air from her lungs, but she d

breath hot and ragged against her cold skin. Sh

er face against his damp shirt,

ad out and licked Chandler's hand

suit jacket and tossed it aside. He pulled at his tie, then undid

r heart doing a slow, p

ge, his jaw set. Finally, he let out a long, slow breath and

ice rough. But his hand came up to gently rub h

iny, genuine smile touching her

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Reborn Embrace: Taming the Possessive Tycoon

CAMILLE BERRY Romance

“I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone. But my eyes opened to silk sheets in his penthouse master bedroom. He was alive beside me, his cedarwood scent real. This was my second chance-I'd been reborn. His phone buzzed: Eugenia Stewart's "emergency." Her security detail reported her refusing meals, unstable. Chandler bolted without a glance, rushing to her side. I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash-a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes. Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle. Then the storm hit-power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia. He'd never believed me before-Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind? This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine-before the flames returned.”