Reborn As The Vengeful Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 3

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the physical thera

as Altagracia now-refused the wheelchair the nurse off

ders. She walked slowly down the corridor of the hospital's exclusive VIP wing, approachi

umb swiped rapidly across the screen, readin

Group Assets Liquidated. Travis Tech Acqu

of the tablet. Julian had moved fast. He had swallo

he main entrance, but he clearly didn't realize the side door connecting to Altagracia's adjoining suite was

racia

that had whispered in her ear in the dark,

ack. She stepped sideways, pressing her back against the w

r-bound wheelchair. Sitting in it was Howard Tra

of pure, physiological disgust washed over her. Her h

s tone was smooth, dripping with arrogance. "The patents ar

ure you cut the roots clean, Julian. I don't w

to a crisp in her sedan three nights ago. There is no threat le

er eyes. The sheer cruelty of his word

chids filled her lungs. When she opened her

cia had been obsessed with Julian. She had chased him to parties, embarr

e was a pathetic,

, she t

sat perfectly on her shoulders. She stepped out from

ers on the stone caught Juli

ened. A flash of intense annoyance crossed hi

up to him, batting her eyelashe

laced with cold dismissal. "I heard about

t smile. She did

fectly straight. She tilted her chin up just a fraction, looking do

ool, distant, and completely devoid of

threw him off balance. He stared at her, trying t

wheelchair, his sharp gaze assessi

ian a second glance. She shifte

polite nod. "I trust your health is holding up d

fted. The power dynamic fli

ir. A strange, uncomfortable sensation crawled up his s

he confusion war wit

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Reborn As The Vengeful Billionaire Heiress

Madel Cerda Romance

“For five years, April Gamble loved Julian Travis with everything she had, trusting him completely. But on a stormy night, he casually tossed a liquidation agreement at her feet, single-handedly destroying her grandfather's company. He coldly admitted he only dated her to steal Vance Group's internal financial data. "You were convenient," Julian said, swirling his whiskey without a shred of guilt. Before April could even process the brutal betrayal, a breaking news alert lit up her phone. She watched in absolute horror as her grandfather jumped from the ledge of the Vance Tower on live television. Julian looked at her writhing, screaming form with utter boredom and simply ordered his bodyguard to throw her out. Blinded by grief and tears, April sped into the torrential rain, only to be completely crushed by a hydroplaning transport truck at an intersection. As the shattered glass tore into her skin and the metal crushed her ribs, she died with a hatred so pure it made her teeth ache. Why did five years of devotion mean absolutely nothing to him? Why did her family have to die just to feed his ruthless greed? When she opened her eyes again, the harsh hospital lights blinded her, but the familiar burn scar on her arm was gone. She wasn't the betrayed financial analyst April Gamble anymore. She had woken up in the body of Altagracia Blanchard, the most notorious, obscenely wealthy heiress in New York. Julian had taken everything from her, but now, armed with a billionaire's empire, she was going to bury him.”