Reborn From Fire: The Billionaire's Obsession

Chapter 3

Word Count: 666 | Released on: 07/05/2026

rble pillar outside the VIP security corr

orridor, Everette Baird

moved with a predatory grace, his aura so cold it fe

ing rapidly. "The hostile takeover of the S

n them out. Every executive on

alculated the distance and Ever

by Starbucks. He stood on his tiptoes and grabbed

wn at the cash register, c

holding the scalding cup in bot

onto the third marble tile from the

polished marble. He lost his balance and

ad collided with the hard

liquid arched through the air and splashed directly on

fifty-thousand-dollar suit insta

forward. "Where did th

y. The bodyguards surrounded Leo, dropping th

wn at his ruined clothes. A flash of

aze slicing down like a blade tow

didn't cry. Instead, he tilted his head up and m

amber eyes, his heart physic

f his lungs. Those eyes. The

ed by a sudden, suffocating tightness. He rais

and stood up. He looked

r and serious. "Your suit is ru

professional composure cracking for a fraction o

k so cold it made the assi

e was eye-level with the boy. "What i

sly smile touched his lips. "I'm Leo. M

ette's chest. He was actually amused.

completely business-like. "If you agree to be my stepda

lute horror. No one spoke to the

igent, and carrying a stubborn light that was an exact echo

lk handkerchief from his pocket a

ice a low rumble. "Take me to

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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.”