The Burned Wife Reborn For Spectacular Revenge

Chapter 2

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e right behind her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced her breathing to slow down. Inhale for four seconds

mahogany door, low, harsh

liquidity is dry

her uncle, Warren Bridges. His tone was g

. Warren had slammed a stack of docu

it to the board tomorrow. We can bypass the standard protocols, claim the main branch has approve

's voice trembled, but the refusal was sharp. "I

tsteps a

yn, pl

e rose in the back of her

ke sympathy. "If you are stubborn about this, Ava is the one who will suffer. She won't

he remembered this exact conversation. She remembered how Cristin's soft words had slowly chipp

family business, Cris

t sign it. But the medical bills for Conrad's sanatorium are due next

its mark. Ava could hear the subtle shift in

chuckle escape

nails directly into the soft flesh of her palms. She pressed until the

dreaming. She was not dead. She was here, and she was fifteen, but h

nfusion was gone. Her pupil

-dampened skin, raising goosebumps along her arms. She looked down at her left hand. A

plastic hub and ripped the needle ou

lood splattered onto the

he blood across her skin. She swung her legs over the edge o

spine. She adjusted her posture, locking into the rigid, domina

reached out and wrapped her hand

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The Burned Wife Reborn For Spectacular Revenge

TESS WHITE Modern

“I lived my entire life in a beautiful, naive bubble, completely trusting my husband and my best friend. That was until they tied me to a chair, slit my vocal cords, and set my family's estate on fire. As the flames crept closer, my husband Demarco calmly crushed my diamond wedding ring under his leather heel. My best friend Cristin walked in, leaning against his shoulder and pouring her champagne onto the floorboards to fuel the fire. "Your grandfather didn't just have a stroke. The medication swap was incredibly easy to arrange." Looking down at my bleeding body, they casually confessed to murdering the only person who had ever truly protected me, all to swallow the Bridges empire. I couldn't even scream. I could only suffocate in the thick black smoke as they turned their backs and locked the heavy oak door behind them. Why was I so blind? How could the two people I loved most treat me like disposable garbage? In my final moments of agonizing pain and pure, concentrated fury, I pulled out the detonator my grandfather had secretly left me. I pressed the button, blowing the estate and all of us to hell. But the burning stopped. When I opened my eyes, I was staring up at a pristine crystal chandelier. I was fifteen years old again, lying in my childhood bedroom, right before my treacherous uncle and those parasites started tearing my family apart. And I didn't come back empty-handed. This time, I am not the naive heiress.”