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Reborn To The Wife of a Billionaire with Disabilities

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 883    |    Released on: Today at 17:01

the moment she stepped out of

her back into the black Range Rover. The heavy doors slamm

. Neon lights bled across the tinted windows. Eileen leaned

nt that a few hours of high-stress confrontation had completely drained her physi

tly through the gates

ped her stilettos off, holding them in one hand, and w

rlisle's study, she noticed a thin sliver of warm light

. She stepped inside and immediately threw the

he walked straight to the massive floor-to-ceiling

absolute darkness. The

d on the Persian rug. She rested her hands on her knees, palms f

ll her mental energy on a single

m her original world. She needed to kno

behind her forehead. The heat rapidly expanded, turning in

ness hit her. It felt like fallin

half a second. Then, he

apped her

that had no sun, yet radiated a soft, perfect, ambient light. The air was

l, about the size of half a football field. The edges of the

k soil sat a circular well made

l slowly rising as a single drop formed at the lip of the st

sprinted toward the well, her bare fe

es. The water inside was crystal clear,

nto the freezing water. She brought her

ent it hit her stomach, it exploded

shed instantly. The heavy fatigue in her muscles dissolved. The lingering toxins from

kly skin was rapidly taking on a healthy, vibr

body buzzing wit

nsion was tied to her soul. The spring water was a biologica

uined body in seconds, what c

inal nerve damage permanent. Bu

paying him back for his protection. It was about creating an unbreak

l only produced a slow trickle. It would take a full day to ga

lan w

s and focused on the

e opened her eyes, she was sitting o

into the master bathroom. She flipped on the

ing. Her eyes wer

eflection. "Watch y

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Reborn To The Wife of a Billionaire with Disabilities
Reborn To The Wife of a Billionaire with Disabilities
“Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress. Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door. Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest. "Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises." The original owner had left her an absolute mess. Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings. If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days. Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic. Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies? She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim. Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest. "I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm. She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed.”