The Burned Wife Reborn For Spectacular Revenge

Chapter 5

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he front doors echo

und Ava. The familiar scent of Chanel No. 5 filled Ava's lungs. The smell

ck. "What happened to y

d her breathing to hitch. She let the lingering adrenal

in the fever. I saw Warren taking everything. I saw us on the street. I saw you.

stinct overrode the shock. She kissed the top of A

her hand. "Call Dad's old board members. The ones W

dening. She turned and walked quic

d her shoulders. She walked down the sweeping stair

black Steinway grand piano. The polishe

red at her wrists. She flipped her hands over, looking at the pale skin over her veins. She remembered

oints moved smoothly. The mus

keys. Her muscles, still weakened by the massive fever, trembled slightly. The physical toll of her illness was unde

shed down on

ncoordinated, but as the fury took over, the music morphed. She hammered the keys. The tempo was frantic, aggressive, and violent. T

stared through the glass, their mouths slightly open, shocked by

ushed to its absolute limit. She slammed her hands down on the final chord. She hel

ily for breath. Her lungs burned for oxygen

o was not enough. Having a sharp mind was not enough. She needed physical powe

and closed

is serve

e way he stood. His weight was perfectly balanced on the balls of his feet. His hands rested lo

t him. "Than

and walked past him t

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“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.”