Reborn Heiress: The Vicious Comeback

Chapter 2

Word Count: 650 | Released on: 09/05/2026

jority Leader's office, physically shoved Marge and Betty-Jo out of the room. The heavy door clicked shut, a

vigilance to wane. She dropped her hands from her face; the tears, which had served their purpose

She had swiped it-not the plastic cup, but the source bottle-from Betty-Jo's pocket

dumped the entire bottle of capsules into a thick glass tumbler. She picked up the heavy marble

he window she had shattered that morning. The cold night wind whipped her hair through the jagged opening. Sh

n was likely tending to the aftermath of their earlier scuffle. Carma moved silently across

empty shells of Betty-Jo's blood pressure medication. She then reached into her pocket an

ut off, signaling the end of her window. She glided back to her balcony, slipped inside, and pul

sive glass of red wine. Through the tiny gap in the curtains, Carma watched

scream-a guttural, wet sound. Carma watched the silhouette through the glass as the wo

ct sent her collapsing onto the stone floor, her body convulsing violently among the shar

. Carma, playing the role of the traumatized victim in a pristine white gown,

tered, her teeth chattering on cue. "Abo

r forced the forensics team to return. When an officer finally pulled the blood-soaked silver light

n in a fit of silent rage. She swept her arm across her vanity, shattering ex

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“I was the eldest daughter of the powerful Kirk family, sent away to a Swiss sanatorium to recover from my supposed mental illness. But my stepmother, Johnie, never intended for me to get better. She sent her personal cleaners to drag me onto a plane back to Washington D.C. In my past life, I didn't know they were assassins. I was forcefully injected with heavy sedatives and locked in a secret torture chamber inside our luxury estate. My stepmother and cousin skimmed my inheritance while watching me suffer. They framed me as a crazy addict, and my own father, a sitting Senator, turned a blind eye to protect his political career. "Her political value is gone, just get rid of her quietly." That was the last thing I heard my father say before I was brutally slaughtered by my own family. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why they hated me so much. Why did my father let them force those pills down my throat? Why was my life worth less than my stepmother's public image? Opening my eyes again, the freezing sensation of lake water filling my lungs vanished. I was back in the VIP room of the St. Moritz Sanatorium in 2023. It was the exact morning before the cleaners walked through my door with uncapped syringes. This time, I wouldn't just survive. I was going to cut the throat of the Kirk family.”