Reborn Heiress: Reclaiming My Monster Billionaire

licon Valley-tech billionaires, venture capitalists, politicians-filled the grand ballroom and spilled out onto the immaculate lawns. A live string

r slender frame like liquid moonlight. Her honey-blonde hair was swept into an elaborate twist, threaded with tiny seed pearls. She held a crystal

e crystal stem tightened. She was waiting. Waiting for the trailer-park trash to stumble down those

d cane planted between her feet like a scepter. People lined up to kiss her ring a

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azed around her silhouette, a dark figure carved out of light. Every head in the ballroom turned. The low

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er collarbones and the long, pale column of her throat. The fabric absorbed the light, shimmering with a dark, liquid luster that seemed almost alive. She wore no jewelry. Her dark hair was swept back

rl. She looked like a dark queen

ible gasp tore th

hock. Tech moguls and socialites stood frozen, mouths hanging open.

gne tower, Coretta

champagne sloshed over the rim and splashed directly onto the pr

The jealousy detonating in her chest was a physical, living fire, searing her lungs. This was impossible. The

ate, white-knuckled force. She leaned forward, her thin mouth opening and closing soundlessly, like a fish drowning in a

the heavy black silk of her skirt between he

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idn't scan the crowd. She didn't acknowledge Coretta's twisted, ashen face or Mati

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llionaires and socialites instinctively scrambled back

ctly beneath the largest chandelier, and slowly lifted her chin. She looked past the hundreds of stari

d, dead eyes suddenly sparked-a violent, consuming heat flicke

littering lights, ignoring the erupting

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