His Untamed Prey: The Reborn Heiress

Chapter 6

Word Count: 604 | Released on: 14/05/2026

ding in the storm. She was covered in mud and blood,

ar. He found nothing but ab

thin Duval's twisted psychology.

e passenger door and climbed over the center cons

breath. She forced her broke

into the expensive hand-stitc

r right hand, though broken at the shoulder, moved wi

The Aston Martin roared i

but she refused to pass out. She bit her lip until it bled, using the sharp spike of agony to keep her mind anchored. Her body was failing, but her combat-hone

d her hands. Her movements were flawless,

The taillights of the Ferrari g

As she entered the corner, she

cross the slick asphalt, the front tir

e of the road, kicking gravel d

technique. Not even professional rally drivers woul

he Aston Martin was ridi

anic set in. He began to swerve wildly, blockin

Ferrari. Her eyes we

track: the "Kiss of Death." It was a U-shape

ide line, forcing Eliza to take

off the gas. She downshif

ide line. The two left wheels completely le

sickening sensation of weightlessnes

on the right side to keep the car pinned to the

Ferrari's front bumper and squeezed

d on his brakes in sheer terror. His car s

heels slammed back onto the pavement

he finish line pierc

the floor. The black car tore ac

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His Untamed Prey: The Reborn Heiress

Yan Shui Romance

“I was the top commander of a black-ops military program. After slaughtering my way through a hellish mission, I reached the extraction helicopter, trusting my second-in-command to watch my back. But the moment our hands locked, he didn't pull me up. Instead, he plunged a syringe of lethal neurotoxin directly into my neck. He aimed his gun at my chest, coldly stating that I was too dangerous to live. My lungs stopped, and I died in a pool of my own blood. But the endless blackness suddenly shattered. My consciousness violently forced its way into a new, broken shell. I woke up in a freezing alley, soaked in muddy rain. This body belonged to seventeen-year-old Eliza Wyatt. A massive wave of foreign memories crashed into my brain. Her own younger sister had just stood at the top of the stairs with a mocking smile, watching street thugs beat Eliza to death. "Take good care of the Wyatt family's eldest daughter. Tonight is the night she finally disappears." The endless humiliation, the cold stares of her family, and the brutal betrayal by her own blood flashed before my eyes. Why was this fragile girl treated like garbage and pushed to her death by the very people who should have protected her? I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. The top commander was dead, but in this bleeding shell, Eliza Wyatt was very much alive. I picked up a switchblade from the bloody puddle and stood up in the storm. It was time to hunt.”