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Reborn Heiress: The Wall Street Titan's Bride

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 791    |    Released on: 13/05/2026

the chaotic noise of the paparazzi. The dark, bulletproof wind

the curb, moving with s

naline that had been keeping her upright started to fade, and the sharp, throbbing p

er in the built-in console and poured two glasses of bourb

glass and took a sip. The liquid fire burned down her

sharply in the quiet cabin. He turned his

id, his voice a low rumble. "Almost like a perfect

. "Doesn't Mr. Alvarado appreciate a

The sound was dangerous. "I do. But I

oulders blocked out the dim streetlights passing by the window. The sheer d

price," Gabriel warned, his voice dr

k back. She met hi

ll completely annihilate Austen's public image. You

ago. They were terrified because you've been circling their theater chains like a starving wolf for two years, planning

eplaced by a razor-sharp calculation. He hadn't expected

s and tapped it ag

ed. The devil's b

eached into her clutch and pulled out her phone

ooded Twitter with statements claiming the video

re swarming Alaia's mentions, calling her a manipulative bi

n her past life, this exact type of cyberbullying had driven

didn't wipe the smudged mascara from her fake crying. Sh

tinct, custom lapel of Gabriel's suit jacket

. Her thumbs flew across the keyboa

eo is real. My heart is broken

ched into the digital war zo

ed thousand. The raw emotion in her face, combined with her direc

oss the screen. He raised an eyebr

you're dealing with scum, you have to hit th

coming call popped up. It was Austen's ma

ed decline, then immediately blocked the number. She

the rapid, continuous buzzing of her p

elerated. Mitch's voice

Dudley's apartment i

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Reborn Heiress: The Wall Street Titan's Bride
Reborn Heiress: The Wall Street Titan's Bride
“Alaia Dudley spent her life playing the devoted partner, completely unaware that her fiancé Austen was sleeping with another woman. She thought the worst he could do was break her heart, until she found herself pinned to a cold operating table. Austen held her down with a cruel smirk while a scalpel sliced through her sternum. They cracked her chest open while she was still fully conscious. The agonizing pain of her heart being cut out burned into her nerve endings. She realized then that to him, she was never a lover-just a spare organ, a boring piece of wood to be discarded the second his true love needed it. She died in excruciating agony, choking on her own blood while the man she loved walked away with her heart. Until her last breath, she didn't understand why she had to suffer so brutally. Why did she waste her life begging for a monster's attention? Why did they get a happy ending while she was carved up like an animal? But then, ice-cold water flooded her lungs, and Alaia violently broke the surface of her bathwater. Her trembling fingers touched her smooth, flawless chest. No scars. Her heart was still beating. The date on her phone glared back at her: it was exactly five years ago. Tonight was the exact night Austen first took his mistress to a hotel room. This time, she wouldn't just expose them. She would use Wall Street's most terrifying tyrant as her personal weapon to strip them of everything they had.”