Reborn From Ashes: Divorcing The Billionaire

Chapter 3

Word Count: 883 | Released on: 09/05/2026

posing figure stepped out of the shadow

Gall

broadness of his shoulders and the lean, predatory grace of his

er the frozen room. The temperature i

posture. She pasted on a strained, o

him, her voice tigh

make herself as small as possible. The spoiled

aw his uncle. A flash of deep-seated fear, m

across the room. His deep, fathomless gaze felt like it was stri

a second, a dark gleam of approval flashed in his eyes, so fast

sat down. He crossed his long legs, rest

onte's voice was a low, resonant rumb

lied smoothly. "She has no respect for the rules of this hous

s new devotion, but one cold glance from Donte made him sn

r completely. He shi

ing to say?" he as

d me first. Then she tried to slap

by Donte's neutral tone, d

Eleanor's cup, Blair reached out and snatched a freshly poured cup of scalding hot bla

As she got close, she deliberately twisted her ankle. She thrust

her past life, caught the malicious glint

step back. S

ice around Blair's wrist. Using Blair's own forward m

t missed Gene entirely and soaked directly into the e

-it shattered on the floor-and collapsed onto the rug, clu

eside her daughter. The maids rushed in wit

ightly open. He was too shocked by

letting her arm drop. She loo

whispered, loud enough only for Blai

cting the wrath of the family

His dark eyes were locked onto her face, and

room feel heavy. He walked toward Gene, stopping only when he was inches away

ed down

. His voice was low, rough, and

ed sobbing. Eleanor froze with a towel in her h

ct that his terrifying uncle was praising his wife

d up at Donte, her guard instant

tler to call the family doctor, then turned and wal

of his eye, he looked back at the woman standing tall amidst the chaos. A fain

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Reborn From Ashes: Divorcing The Billionaire

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“I was tied to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, the heavy stench of gasoline suffocating me. Ten steps away, a masked kidnapper slammed a loaded Glock onto a metal barrel and forced my husband, Alvie, to make a sick choice. "The wife or the mistress. You only get to walk out of here with one." Alvie didn't even blink. He walked straight toward the dark corner where his mistress, Gail, was crying. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, shielding her, and guided her toward the exit. He never looked back. He didn't cast a single glance over his shoulder. To him, I was already a corpse, just trash left on the pavement. The kidnapper laughed and tossed a lighter onto the soaked concrete floor. A wall of ghostly blue fire erupted instantly, swallowing me whole. The absolute agony of my skin blistering and melting shattered my sanity. In my last moments, consumed by the inferno, I couldn't understand how the man I had loved and served so submissively could leave me to burn alive. My heartbreak quickly morphed into a hatred far deeper than the flames. Then, I violently jerked awake. I shot up from the bed, gasping for cold air, my hands frantically checking my perfectly smooth, unburned skin. I looked at the desk clock. I had returned to exactly four years ago, the morning of the annual Gallagher family gathering. The fragile, naive wife died in that warehouse. This time, I am going to destroy them both.”