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Reborn Heiress: The Vicious Comeback

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 791    |    Released on: 09/05/2026

the jagged cuts on the soles of her feet. She walked gingerly to the window, her weight shifting to her heels to avoid

e blazed with light. Inside the massive formal dining room, the air was thick an

rigid as the silver she held. Johnie sat at the opposite end, her posture a practiced mask o

y against the porcelain with a sound like a whetted tooth. "Where is Carma staying when

le that didn't reach her eyes. "I thought the east wing gue

e in mid-motion. "She is the eldest daughter of this house," Helene snapped, her eyes narrowing into cold, judgmental slits.

he chandelier light. "The e

out, her voice high and petulant. "She doesn't deserv

. Christel flinched, dropping her gaze instantly to her lap. "She will take the second-floor lux

d spent a fortune renovating for her own use after Carma was sent away. "That is my dressing room,"

are worth more than your fabric," Helene snee

table and hurled it at the wall, watching it shatter into a thousand jagged diamonds. Her nanny and confidante, Patience Pruitt, rushed forward, keeping her head down

cheap, untraceable flip phone. The screen lit up with a single encrypted text message from Lawson

lushed the pieces down the toilet, her movements methodical. She walked to her suitca

t her face until her skin was ghost-white and freezing. She applied a thick la

for her cousin. As the first gray light of dawn touched the peaks, the screech of tires outside the re

mas, exposing her collarbone to look disheveled. She swung her legs out of bed, her feet hissing in pain as they touched the cold stone f

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Reborn Heiress: The Vicious Comeback
Reborn Heiress: The Vicious Comeback
“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.”