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Reborn To Love My Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 809    |    Released on: 21/04/2026

r, the doorbell of

id private physician, arrive

His face was an unreadable mask. He po

s ordered flatly. "I

massive desk and clicked a button on his laptop. The live feed from th

softly and ente

uminated Jaclyn. She was sitting up in bed, her k

with a penlight. He gently

soothing voice. "Can you tell me wha

ng. She could feel his eyes o

as her

s began to nervously twist and pull at the edge of the

bling perfectly. "Everyone was trying to push me. They wer

his mouth. The unlit cigar slipped from his

d and quickly jotted down: Suspected Post-Trau

r, Dr. Alan walk

rauma from the fall, combined with extreme psychologica

response. Sometimes, under extreme stress, the brain latches onto a figure of authority or power as a source

lor of granite. His stomach

g than have her docility be

respond, the interco

ugh the speaker. "Miss Cherri Lester is in t

o throw the girl out onto the stree

He needed to see how Jaclyn rea

into the master bedroom, carrying a

low pressing over her mouth suffocated her. Her fingerna

al muscles to relax int

the bed. She reached out

round the room. "Why were you so weird on the

natched her hand back and presse

her eyes darting nervously. "I d

n Cherri's eyes. The fall really had

monster. Bradford loves you. You need to sign the

ly. It was so easy to s

air and pulled slight

slightly manic. "Gaines said if I'm a g

ooking at a rabid dog. The sentence made absolute

Gaines stopp

t his ribs. That sentence wasn't crazy. It was a d

ptly, smoothing down

ri muttered, backing

behind Cherri, the vacant, crazy

d, calculating smirk touch

was offic

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“Jaclyn woke up in the sterile hospital room after falling down the stairs. The nurse delivered the devastating news: she had bled heavily and lost her baby. But before she could even cry, her trusted cousins, Katelyn and Cherri, locked the door and revealed the horrifying truth. "It wasn't an accident," Katelyn smirked, pinning Jaclyn's arm down. "The lubricant on the top step was a very deliberate choice." They needed her broken and unstable. They had forged her signature, draining her massive trust fund to save their uncle's bankrupt business. What shattered Jaclyn's world was the fresh hickey on Cherri's neck. Her lover, Bradford, had helped plan the entire murder. When Jaclyn tried to scream, they smothered her with a pillow, framing her as a lunatic having a mental breakdown. Two weeks later, when she confronted them, Bradford violently shoved her through a second-story glass window to silence her forever. As she fell to her death, the husband she had spent her life hating-the ruthless billionaire Gaines-burst through the doors. He threw himself forward, his face filled with pure terror, desperately trying to catch her. When her body hit the stone patio, Gaines fell to his knees in her blood, weeping and begging her not to close her eyes. Until her last breath, Jaclyn was consumed by suffocating regret. Why did she trust the monsters who killed her, and hate the only man who truly loved her? Opening her eyes again, she was back in the penthouse, exactly one month into her marriage with Gaines.”