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Reborn To Claim My CEO Husband

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 891    |    Released on: 15/05/2026

looked at the expanse of her bare thighs, the damp hair clinging to he

b her hips, pull her across the desk, and show he

ced the words throug

n't pull h

as electric. She let go of his sleeve, rose up on her tiptoes,

stantly. His entire body

chievous smile lighting up her face. "

e don't have to go home. We could just stay her

struck the

d the distance between them in a fraction of a second, his large hands gripping her shoulder

n the shelf beside her head, his other hand coming up to grip

a dangerous, ragged whisper. "Do you ha

ribs, but she held his furious, burning gaze. Slowly, deliberately, she darted her tongue

reathing

g his mouth against hers, a millimeter away from losin

ed his eyes shut, a visible tre

ng physical space between them. In one fluid motion, he

oice shaking with suppressed r

taking

. She slipped her arms into the sleeves, the heavy wool hanging down t

ngly fast, as if he were fleeing a burning building. He hit the button for t

traight to his black Maybach. He pulled the passenge

or, walked around the hood, and got into the driver's se

hick it felt like water pressure. Damon stared straight ahead at the road,

s Damon-the one fighting a losing battle against his own desire-was infinitely m

he light for their lane was green. Damo

he red light on the intersecting street, hurtling

out of the corner of his ey

moment, he threw his entire upper body across the center console. His right arm wrapped around

AS

threw the Maybach violently to the side. The airbags deployed with an explo

plash of the collision threw Elliana forward. Her forehead slamm

eyes. A sharp, agonizing pain lanced through her s

w her, the last thing she heard was

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antic, and filled with a raw, primal te

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Reborn To Claim My CEO Husband
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“Elliana Lewis lay dying on the freezing concrete of a federal penitentiary, her ribs shattered by a guard's heavy boot. She had been flawlessly framed for murder by the one person she trusted with her life: her sweet, innocent stepsister, Jovita. During her final prison visit, Jovita wore their mother's diamonds and smiled cruelly behind the glass. She revealed she had liquidated the family company, caused their father's stroke, and paid the guards to ensure Elliana suffered a grueling, agonizing death. "Your marriage was a joke from day one, Ellie. You have nothing left." As her lungs stopped, the tragic truth finally dawned on Elliana. She had spent months screaming for a divorce and publicly humiliating her billionaire husband, Damon Stirling, believing his silence was weakness. She didn't realize until it was too late that his endless tolerance was the deepest form of protection. She had pushed away the only man who would have burned the world down to keep her safe. Why had she been so incredibly stupid? Why did she blindly trust a monster and destroy the only person who truly loved her? Then, a blinding light pierced her retinas. Elliana bolted upright, gasping for air on a massive, king-sized bed. There was no pain. No broken bones. The digital clock on the nightstand flashed a date from exactly ten years ago. It was the morning after her disastrous wedding night. This time, she would tear Jovita's life apart piece by piece. And she would hold onto Damon so tightly that nothing could ever pry them apart.”