The Burned Wife Reborn For Spectacular Revenge

Chapter 7

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a said. "

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ossed with lemon juice. The other held a thick cut of A5 Wagyu beef, s

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apple. She put it in her mouth

idic taste of the fruit. He

wrote in the notebook: P

ressed the serrated edge into the Wagyu, cutting a small piece f

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lowing echoed in her ears. She was moving forward on a metal conveyor belt. The metal walls press

cal clack soun

of her forehead. The pain was blinding. It shattered h

allic taste of her own blood filled her mouth. The steak

e, her knuckles white. She force

stomach, the slaug

her neck, soaking the collar of her tracksuit. Her

glass of ice water and drain

ly. She pressed the nib against the paper and

ar. She absorbed the residual bio-electric mem

her. If she tasted animal blood and saw its death... what would happen if

r ribs. This wasn't a curse.

k. She wiped her mouth

silver call button on the table

d. "Tell him to meet me i

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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.”