The Burned Wife Reborn For Spectacular Revenge

Chapter 4

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o the silence of the massive house. The a

mpty staircase, then back at Ava. Her eyes inst

did you speak to me like that

her natural empathy kicking

er eyes locked on Cristin. She watched the tears spill

n sniffled, reaching into her pocket for a t

n's left wrist. "Tak

d her sleeve down over her wrist

d of any emotion. "You bought it last Tuesday. You use

She stammered, "You... you told m

ess. You claim you were just listening to Warren's advice." Ava tilted her head. "Your father was the executive

eyes. The soft, victimized expression mel

opping the tissue. "You are a stupid, spoiled bra

ly. "I was stup

chain resting against Cristin's collarbone. It was a cheap friends

round the metal. She

ratch before giving way. The cheap plastic beads strung along the chain sca

neck. She dropped to her knees, instin

el down hard on one of the blue plastic bea

the top of Cristi

, the estate's head butler, was making his usual rounds to report on the evening's dinner pre

"Escort Miss Kerr

stions. He extended his arm toward the stairs, his

ion. She looked at Ava, her chest heaving. She grabbed her

lway. She looked down into the grand foyer below

, her voice echoing loudly off the marble walls below,

at the stairs. Cristin's shoulders jerke

e. She let out a long, slow brea

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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.”