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Reborn To Love My Ruthless Billionaire

Chapter 9

Word Count: 798 | Released on: 21/04/2026

e Manhattan sun pierced through the fl

swelling in her ankle ha

lked barefoot out of the bedroom and headed strai

ring the months she was locked away in the psychiatric faci

ss steel refrigerator. She pulled

reference for traditional,

d of butter into the frying pan. It sizzled and melted instantly. The rich,

ad been awake all night, star

rease and smok

ssumed one of the kitchen staff had ignored his stric

re sweatpants and nothing else. His bare chest and hea

the bedroom and

at the edge of the kitchen. Hi

was to him. The thin silk robe clung to her curve

so incredibly normal, it

d against the doorframe, his eyes narrowing as Dr. Al

. His voice was a low, gravelly sneer. "H

arsh voice st

edge of her wrist brushed directly against

of burning

It clattered loudly against the stove. A bright r

l billionaire shattere

nal brain shut

massive strides. He grabbed her injured han

ess-steel sink and violently

ter blasted over

was pressed flush against her back. His breathing was

ightly, looking up at his sharp jawline. Her ey

nder the water for

turned around, yanked open a draw

ooped out a dollop of burn ointment. He rubbed it over

al strength and his delicate

of his body wash mixed with th

Jaclyn whis

's han

hers. The physical proximity was suffocating. The air

on him. He realized he was act

o large steps backward, putting the kitchen island be

is voice harsh and unforgiving. "The Acevedo fa

, ready to walk away and

ffshore bank in the Cayman Islands," Jaclyn s

stopped inches

ng back at her over his shoulder. The mockery was gon

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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.”