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Reborn From Fire: The Billionaire's Obsession

Reborn From Fire: The Billionaire's Obsession

Author: He Shuyao
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 778    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

n the master bedroom of the Hamptons estate. She smoothed her h

would marry

kind of pressure that made her lu

s of the bedroom pushed o

walked in. Arvilla wore a burgundy velvet ro

he shoved one of the flutes into Deliah's hand, forcing the glas

d burned the back of her throat. "

ing, she tilted her glass and poured the remaining champa

s skin. She gasped, stumbling back half a

er velvet robe and pulled out a crumpled piece of

ultrasound

, her voice dripping with ve

and white image. Her stomach dropped, twisting into a vi

eet merger," Arvilla stepped closer, her

n, violent wave of dizziness hit her. The roo

ed onto the Persian velvet rug

walked to the hallway, and dragged a heavy red met

f fuel instantly overpowered

hing the thick liquid everywhere-over the

vy body forward across the rug. She reached out wit

heel of her slipper. She reached into her p

ssed it onto the soaked rug, stepped out of the room, and pull

meters into the air, a roaring beast

oughed violently. The searing pain in her chest cut through

vanity. She crawled toward the locked doors, her muscl

The fire was eating the oxygen.

to-ceiling glass doors leading to the seco

raised the heavy candlestick with both ha

red into a milli

the opening, rolling out onto the stone balcony a

A massive wave of heat and pressure blas

over the edge

med into the freezing, violent waters

d her legs, breaking the surface. She gasped for air, tasting salt and blood

this, she pro

y the blast, broke free and plummeted from above. It

The world went completely black

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Reborn From Fire: The Billionaire's Obsession
Reborn From Fire: The Billionaire's Obsession
“The night before her wedding to Wall Street billionaire Everette Baird, Deliah Quinn stood happily in her haute couture gown. Then, her younger sister Arvilla walked in, handed her a drugged glass of champagne, and slammed an ultrasound on the vanity. "I'm pregnant with Everette's child," Arvilla sneered. Before Deliah's paralyzed body could react, Arvilla dragged in a canister of industrial gasoline, soaked the bridal suite, tossed a lighter, and locked the heavy oak doors from the outside. To escape the roaring inferno, Deliah smashed the glass balcony and threw herself into the freezing, violent waters of the Atlantic Ocean. For five agonizing years, everyone believed the Quinn heiress was dead. Deliah returned to New York entirely reborn-a top architectural designer and a single mother, having scrubbed her past clean and forgotten the people who destroyed her. She only wanted a peaceful life with her five-year-old genius son, Leo. But she had no idea her son was secretly hacking airport security cameras to find himself a wealthy stepdad. Leo deliberately bumped into a terrifying, cold-blooded tycoon, spilling scalding coffee on his custom suit to get his attention. When Deliah frantically rushed over to protect her son and apologize, the air in the terminal vanished. Everette Baird stared at the exact face he had obsessively mourned for five years, his eyes turning pitch black as he crushed his phone in his bare hand.”