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Reborn From Fire: The Billionaire's Obsession

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 506    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

ge area of the Lincoln Center. The room was a cha

hoved an earpiece into her ear. Her m

her, shoving a clipboard into her

arking orders, adjusting the structural set pieces and

r, wearing noise-canceling headphones, his

ck SUVs ignored the traffic cones and pull

ment. His face was a storm of dark fury. The flashing cameras of the papa

shed to clear a pr

venue. His eyes swept over the crowd of social

entrance to the backstage hallway, he caught a f

l Street executives and marc

sses stepped in front of the door, cr

rrowed into danger

under his stare, bu

Baird, please. The press is everywhere. If you force y

nched so hard a muscle ticked in his

chilling look, and turned toward the stai

oked the entire venue. He sat in the s

e heavy bass of the music shook t

e clothes. His eyes were g

oshua. Get me the backgroun

The head designer didn't come out

nouncer invited the VIP guests

justing his cuffs. He

door swung open from the outside. A sicke

g haute couture dress

ch turned. It wa

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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.”