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Reborn To Marry My Billionaire Rival

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 722    |    Released on: Today at 15:12

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ched in absolute horror as the most powerful man i

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thousands of miles in

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enter of her own living r

e held a crystal champagne flute, his face flus

She was wearing Felicity's custom

ked, raising his glass. "God, she was

de Felicity's ghostly stomach churn. "Hollywood

ed her into a deep, filthy kiss right i

felt like nuclear fission. She lunged forward, sw

sed right th

ting wave of helplessness crashed over her. She

breaking news banner flashed red: FEL

pulled out his phone. "Time to call the PR team. Let's m

en, a deafening screech of tires to

ahogany double doors of t

e entrance, sending massive chunks of wood and

champagne flute slipped from Bran

iving room, blinding them. The eng

side door was

trench coat soaked in melted snow and dark blo

armed into the house behind him, instantly se

ight hand. The sharp, metallic smell o

onto Brandt. The temperature in the

ered, his voice cracking. He stumbled

e leather sofa. She frantically tapped he

forward. His heavy boots crushed the b

raised his left hand and violently whip

coated in dark, dried blood. It sli

e recognized Felicity's lucky char

His voice was a terrifying, ho

ndt babbled, holding hi

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essed the cold steel barrel directly a

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Reborn To Marry My Billionaire Rival
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“I was freezing to death in an abandoned cabin, desperately waiting for my fiancé to save me. Instead, my phone flickered with a video from my adopted sister. She was smiling as she confessed that she and my fiancé had orchestrated my kidnapping, and my parents' fatal plane crash, just to steal my family's trust fund. When I called him with my dying breath, he mocked me for faking a PR stunt and hung up. I died in the sub-zero blizzard, consumed by absolute despair. But as a ghost, I watched my greatest business rival, the ruthless billionaire Collins, kick down the doors of my mansion. He didn't just mourn me. He shot my fiancé, trapped my sister, and set the entire place on fire, choosing to burn alive in the inferno just to avenge me. I couldn't understand why the man I had publicly despised for a decade loved me so fiercely, while the people I gave everything to wanted me dead. Opening my eyes again, I was back backstage on the night I won my Oscar, four years ago. My fiancé smiled, holding out his arms to hug me. I pushed him away in disgust, marched straight into the crowded theater, and kissed my billionaire rival on live television. "Let's get married tomorrow." This time, I would use him to burn them all to the ground.”