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Reborn To Marry My Billionaire Rival

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 699    |    Released on: Today at 15:12

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d off the high ceilings. The bullet tore

buckled, and he collapsed onto the Persian rug, clutchi

ure terror. She scrambled on her hands

the hair and dragged her back, throw

ifted his heavy leather boot and stomped directly onto th

It was her idea!" He pointed a shaking, bloody finger at

g piece of trash! You paid them!

through her phantom body. They were pathetic

out their confessions.

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ded the room. The men poured the fuel over the custo

c. He dragged his bleeding body across the floor, leav

m in the jaw, sen

and pulled out a small, velvet j

ychotic rage in his eyes instantly melte

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ched out, pulling the heavy shattered do

ey scrambled toward the reinforced, bulletproof wi

Collins, waving her transparent hands frantically

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g steadily in his palm. Lighting it in this gasoline-heavy air would have blown the

hesitation, he opened hi

wall of fire erupted. The heat wave blasted acro

superheated and exploded, rainin

mes. Their clothes caught fire, and their sc

center of the blaze. The fire licked

et box to his heart

Felicity's soul. The heat couldn't burn her, but

er the extreme temperature. The ceiling groaned and c

ut a silent, a

began to fracture l

st. The fire, the smoke, and the ruins were

ensation of falling

faded, she made a vow to the universe: If I get a

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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.”