Reborn Heiress: The Wall Street Titan's Bride

Chapter 8

Word Count: 764 | Released on: 13/05/2026

took a deep breath, forcing the cold, calculating look off her face. She let

deadbolt and pull

inside, but Alaia blocked the threshold

at her. "Mr. Darrius is waiting in the car do

lled up with tears. Her lower lip trembled. "Is... is my

ith deep contempt, but his rigid posture relaxed. He bought

me," he

ng a coat and followin

A massive, black stretch Lincoln was idling in the

ench of expensive cigar smoke hit her lungs. Darrius Du

tonight," Darrius spat, his voice dripping with disgust. "You

ied and begged for his understanding.

om her throat and threw herself across

fat tears roll down her cheeks. "Austen lied to

f she had soiled it. But the pathetic display fed his

orward, his eyes narrowing. "The video showed

ox didn't care about her broken heart; he smelle

don't know him. He just saw me crying an

your things. You are moving back to the estate tom

nted to lock her up, monitor her, and use her

She needed to reclaim the twenty percent sta

r eyes glued to the floorboar

th his absolute control. He g

ln sped away. The second the taillights disappeared, the te

le suitcase, taking only her crucia

er picked her up and drove her to the sp

utierrez, was sitting on a velvet sofa sipping tea. Devona'

on her freshly painted nails. Asia smirked. "Congratulati

ked over and spoke in a soft, defeated voice. "Aunt Devo

he total surrender. She forced a tigh

yes, bored by the

o the smallest, most isolated gu

tcase. She walked over to the window, lookin

st her chest. "Let the ga

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Reborn Heiress: The Wall Street Titan's Bride

Zitella Shepp Modern

“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.”