Reborn From Fire: The Billionaire's Obsession

Chapter 2

Word Count: 699 | Released on: 07/05/2026

years

e floor-to-ceiling windows

tone. He raised the crystal glass in his hand and swallowed the amber whiskey in on

e. He punched in a long, complex cod

The edges of the picture were charred black. Inside th

his thumb. His chest ached, a constant, hollow throb that neve

opened. His executive assist

for Wall Street today is r

them. Every single rival firm trying to acqui

erature. He nodded, stepping forward to

and slashed his signature across the bottom line,

erminal 4 at JFK International Ai

rt through the customs exit. Ex

small legs kicking back and forth. He was twisting a Rub

nterview notification from a top architectural firm. She r

shoulders. "Mom, let's go to th

ng in her chest. She reached out and ru

avy glass doors slid open, shutting out the noise of the terminal. D

ic flight finally caught up to her. She leaned her head back against the le

stopped twisting

pack, pulled out a soft cashmere coat, and stood on his

ched deeper into his mini backpack and p

flew across the keyboard. Lines of gre

rnal security network. The live feeds from eve

recognition program he had built.

before locking onto a tall, broad-shouldered

he face. Everette Baird. Bill

n the screen. He rubbed his chin, a ver

nto his bag. He glanced at his sleeping

frame easily avoiding their line of sight. H

al signs, orienting himsel

t-seeking missile, heading straight for the m

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“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.”