Reborn Heiress: The Vicious Comeback

Chapter 6

Word Count: 513 | Released on: 09/05/2026

s International Airport. The heavy scent of jet fuel an

at the top o

i-circle at the bottom. The Kirk family butler stoo

ne flat and commanding. "The Senator expec

ized sunglasses. She did

r, saw the family guards, and sh

icked his wrist. Two of the fixers

shattered the noi

ugh the security checkpoint. They didn't slow down. The lead Escalade whipped in

and tactical earpieces poured out. They formed a soli

of the second vehicle. He adjusted

s the tarmac. "Senate Majority Leader Lawson

face flushed with anger. "This is a

He slapped it hard against the butler's chest. "Emergency p

s on the grips of their holstered weapons. The metallic click of

licked rhythmically against the metal. Sh

d Cadillac. The heavy door slammed s

ving the Kirk family vehi

r past life, she had been shoved into that Lincoln and driven straight

Georgetown. The gates swung open, revealing a fort

r. She forced her breathing

ood in the foyer. She wore a sharp, navy-blue power

rame. A flicker of genuine pity cross

tumbled forward, her shoulders shaking, and buried her

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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.”