Reborn Heiress: The Vicious Comeback

Chapter 7

Word Count: 568 | Released on: 09/05/2026

wson's blazer. She let out a ragged, cho

a second before her hand came up

ensuring the chandelier light caught the deep, bru

her fingers at her Chief of Staff. "

apped her hands around a cup of hot tea, makin

ied into the living room. He immediately checked Carma's pu

the faint, clustered needle mar

alnourished. And her system is flooded with heavy, unprescribed psych

able. Her teacup tipped over, spilling dar

er clothes and pulled out the folded, bloo

this before she died," Carma whispe

tic handwriting, detailing Johnie's orders and the wire transf

the room tu

cross the room, the heels of

sed, her voice dropping to a lethal register. "They think because

et another tear hit her knuck

at her Chief of Staff. "Call the D

raiding the home of a sitting Senator...

"Then let Washington burn. I want a

lled out his phone an

grabbed Carma's cold hand and squeezed

. Hidden from view, the corners of Carma's m

ederal judge signed

ilding garage. Heavily armed tactical agents checke

Earl Grey tea, annoyed that Carma had slipped away at the airp

ring up the gravel drive

the estate were blown off their hinges. A se

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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.”