Reborn To Love My Paranoid Billionaire

Chapter 3

Word Count: 530 | Released on: 18/05/2026

ence fell ove

Audrey clearly caught a flash of desperate, starving yearning in his

amed. She was just acting. She wante

roze back to absolute zero. He took a massive step b

s voice returned to absolute zero. The deadn

hanical click sounded incredibly loud in

stepped forward quickly, her finge

carrying genuine panic. "Don't leav

is sleeve. His paranoid mind twisted her vulnerability into a tactic. H

ee from her. Her fingers slipped off the wool fabri

ing warning. "Any attempt to leave this estate tonight will result in Car

cream that she didn't care if Carl burned in hell.

idn't give he

The harsh light cast a long, dark shadow into th

t behind him. The dull thud carr

distinct, heavy metallic scrape of the dead

sealed her insid

mooth wood. She pressed her ear to the door, listening to his heavy, meas

smooth wooden door, slumping onto the

ain. Words were entirely useless against Barrett's trauma. She was the one who had

ay a stray tear with the back of her hand. Her expres

other side of the room. She decided that her first action m

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“I ruined my marriage and abandoned my billionaire husband for the man I thought was my true love. But instead of a romantic escape, I found myself cornered on the edge of a yacht by three mercenaries. Through a burner phone on speaker, my lover casually ordered my murder. "Finish the job cleanly. No bodies, no evidence." In the background, my own cousin giggled. My supposed best friend chimed in, demanding they strip the diamond bracelet off my wrist before tossing me into the freezing waves. They were celebrating a massive trust fund payout built entirely on my death. As I was brutally thrown into the churning black abyss, the freezing saltwater filled my lungs. Sinking into the crushing darkness, I realized I had blindly trusted venomous snakes. My dying thought was of Barrett Kensington-the husband I had tortured with my rebellion, and the only man who truly loved me. If the universe granted me one more breath, I swore a blood oath to tear my betrayers apart piece by piece. Then, the freezing water suddenly vanished, replaced by stifling heat. I opened my eyes and found myself pinned against a silk mattress by a furious Barrett. I was back three years ago, on the exact night I first tried to escape him. This time, instead of fighting him, I relaxed my wrists, looked into his paranoid eyes, and softly whispered. "Hubby."”